Verse:
‘Beyond the front row
is a place I don’t go,
where shadows may stay
whenever I play.’
A
All the voices in my head
echo something that you said,
as you lay across my bed
in twenty ten.
A
All the shadows in my eyes
tell a story with no lies,
I can feel the butterflies
rise up again.
B
I wonder what my teenage self
would think of me today.
Would think of me in love,
think of me at play.
A
All the memories on my mind
some well-meaning, some unkind,
take me back as I rewind
what happened then.
Copyright Keith Ames
