Youth Songs & Wardrobe Doors
Don’t know where she went
the young girl
singing in the mirror –
Crowded House and REM
Didn’t realise how perfect you were
feeling awkward
so fearlessly free but trapped
lost in Pearl Jam
If I knew how to reach you
tell you I miss everything,
even the flaws
you saw
You’d never believe anyone
could envy you. I do –
if I could go back,
be fifteen-year-old me again (teenage us)
I miss being the me I was –
my younger self,
you. Us.
The future got harder,
I got harder –
the past was imprecise
I’d swap with you
if it meant you didn’t turn
into me.
KC Bailey dreams of living in a cabin in the woods, near a serene lake, with space for her giant rescue dog to roam & rest. Poems in The Ekphrastic Review, The Hellebore, Black Bough, The Tide Rises, The Failure Baler, Eye Flash Poetry, Fevers of the Mind, 5050 Lit, The Daily Drunk, TunaFish Journal, Crow & Cross Keys, Amethyst Review, and elsewhere (Twitter @KCBailey_Writer).