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Sixteen by Elena Acosta
from Legacy 2008
Sixteen
by Elena Acosta
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I don't want to go back
To being sixteen.
It was so overrated.
Like your ugly skater jeans.
Those days when I pined
And longed for your affection
Have long since been cured
Like a stubborn infection.
Those nights when I cried
I barely remember.
As fresh in mind
As when we met that September.
I don't remember your smile
Or the way you made me laugh.
I don't remember your jokes
Or the times we cut class.
Maybe I do remember
I must confess.
How pitiful I was
The day you left.
But time has healed.
My heart can now breathe.
There's no way I would go back
To being sixteen.
