Porch Dreams

You sit next to me,
On the porch.
Lighting your cigarette,staring at stars.
You point one out to me.
I nod, smile, and wait for you to recognize me.
But you won’t.
We used to go to high school together and
I was in your art class.
You drew of your ex-girlfriend and
everything that tormented your life.
I drew of trees and nature.
You introduce yourself, smile and shake my hand.
Then, asking if I liked stars; you pull out another cigarette.
Is it strange you have no recollection of me?
Or is it that I couldn’t possibly be anything but normal,
No qualities that stand out.
Yet you're the one that sits next to me.
The cigarette burns into ashes, a flick there and here,
Much like this conversation, almost over.
Your lungs sigh as you get up to head inside.
I turn around, hoping you’ll be looking my way,
Almost anticipating that you’ll remember me.
But with your back turned, you adjust your baseball hat
And walk towards the party inside.
So now
I stare at the stars and wait on my dreams.