Some Things Never Change

Guilty, I admit it.
I'm reminded every time I remove my clip-on.
She taught me how to tie a bowtie.
I've long forgotten.

I don't wear my dinner jacket
as much as I used to,
when I was with her.
My fault. She sent me away,
and I didn't fight,
not hard enough.

My DJ is old and ill-fitting.
Too tight - I've expanded.
I hang it in the closet,
alongside my black trowsers, non-matching.
The right ones are still there,
waiting for the day I'm skinny again.

I feel young when I'm with her,
but she hates it because I've moved on.
The ruffled shirts were so seventies,
Now it's white linen,
creased because I'm not bothered to iron.

It's still me underneath it all,
there's more to love
albeit with less hair.
Some things never change.

Reviews

[Amor-de-angel]

I like it, Sometimes we write good stuff this way, I'm afraid I do a lot of it. It surprises me when I read them back.

Nice story in this one.

[lowena]

Such an honest and homely poem.

I found it quiet sweet and comforting actually.

[Gandré]

It is a sad poem. It is an admission to oneself. Honesty pure.

[Babe Roxx]

Wow, extremely beautiful. I love when words flow from thought. Deep meaning from now and reminiscing into your past. Excellent read. ~Ev

[Erotic Goddess]

This was a beautiful portrayal of the emotions that memories inflict on us. Simple as crying over pulling your ex-lover's sweatshirt out of the dryer because you remember the last time he wore it to your birthday party. Simple things that we never move past. This is wonderful and make me think.

~Goddess

[J. Hampton]

A definite feel-good piece.
Ahhh...the metamorphosis of life ...
nostalgia ....and not wanting to let go of the idea time has moved past that "us"

nice

Blessssssssssssss

[Athena Marie]

This is bittersweet and beautiful. The first stanza captures it all... but still it draws the reader on... (which is exactly what a stream of consciousness usually does - takes us back to the beginning. Kinda funny how our minds work that way.)
A wonderful read. :-)

[Leah Simone]

I like this, Atlanta - there is a sadness mixed with the excitement memories stir. It paints emotions by peeling back layers that are mere distractions to hide who we are and shows us that inner light we all possess - a light that glows because we love...vulnerable and timeless.