i can't help but hope that, when i die, im transported back to my old kitchen table, hearing my parents laugh at my brother's jokes as we enjoy a classic dinner: warm mac n' cheese with green beans and a pot roast. i can't help but hope i'm trapped in the moment where school announces a snow day on a friday, and i'm outside with my best friend laying in soft walls of powder while thick, fluffy flakes fall to the ground, almost silently. i hope i'll see my neighborhood friends on my lawn, and we'll sit and watch the summer sunset as we catch our breath like we always used to do. i can't help but hope that, when i die, i'm given another chance, and i don't lose sight of my dreams.

- m.j.m