Misfit
I should have left you in the past
and not dragged you into my present.
You should have stayed with memories
of tank tops and Mary Quant make up,
school discos and music by Mud.
The long lazy summers preceding adulthood.
When you arrived in 'now' you didn't belong,
it seemed strange; didn't work somehow.
You squinted to try and see me as I was
and I you, but it jarred and mismatched -
it didn't fit despite the trimming
and the sanding to try and make it.
So now you're gone again.
Settled with the dusty photographs
and nestling with teenage reflections.
Back where you belong; in the attic of the past.
Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2010
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