Skinned

We are not those young people anymore.
Every single cell’s fallen to the floor.

We’re completely different; & will change, still.
Yet, it, I recall like yesterday’s thrill.

Electric skin, vacant hearts & the sex.
Washing ashore with all the other wrecks.

Shed & slough the skin of shame on the go.
Keep what is useful; what you feel & know.

I would indeed recall you, at my door.
We are, & are not, those kids anymore.