Return to Simplicity

I long for things unattainable.
I miss things that no longer exist,
places I can never return to
and expect them to be the same.
My old bed, in the corner
under the little mermaid poster.
Feeling so safe under those blankets
falling asleep with a book on my chest
the omnious yellow glow
of my old lamp on the ceiling.
I wish to speak with  friends
who are so long gone,
not dead,
just no longer the caterpillars
they once were
now a butterfly,
 and it's hard to believe
they are even remotely similar.