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.

nostalgiafree verse

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