I keep having dreams about my old school.
Seeing the playground and my old classmates run around
Is nostalgia
But now it is apartment buildings.
Where I spent half my education has been covered by a two bedroom two bath.

The school only exists in my mind and disappears when I wake.
Like a magician showing their final trick.
Only I hate it.
I hate not being able to visit where I once grew up
I hate not being able to see what the school could be come.