Author Adelaide Green

I wish I could go back to the person I use to be.

I find the pieces all around me.

The evidence is there of who I once was.

But I can’t seem to put them back together right.

Have you ever just wanted to go back?

Back to a place or time?

It’s like that but with who I once was.

What I could once do.

But like those places going back is different.

It’s never exactly how we remembered it.

I’ve come to the realization that we can’t ever go back.

Not really.

That person, those things I once did, they’re gone.