Quarantine Memories

I listened to a song today

That I hadn’t thought about in 11 years

That’s about a third of

My life

And it made me a little teary eyed

The same feelings tear at me

That did the same 

All that time ago

And I always wondered

What will I be like at 25?

30?

35?

50?

And it really isn’t that different

Some shit I’ve figured out

Mostly

I’ve knit together

More layers to 

Hide under

Protect what is 

Mine

Show off

What they think

Is fashionable

acceptable

But when songs 

Or words

Or memories

Creep beneath the cloak

It disintegrates

And I am still

21

16

11

7

All over again

And I still don’t really know

What the fuck is going on.

I guess we just become more

At home with it.