evolving perspectives

you are the movie that i loved
when i was seven.
i dusted it off years later
and watched it
and saw its stupidity
and all the holes in the plot.
here i was, for years,
loving the memory,
but when i really looked
it just wasn't love.

you are the dress i wore
in 1990
when i wanted to look cool
and now it would be so ugly
i can barely stand to look at it.

maybe if you had stuck around
i would still love you without you being relevant,
like the baby blankets
and imaginary friends
that i still hold dear.
but you weren't something to be held close,
and you had no part in my life for too long.
you are no part of my life.
you are just something i pick up occasionally
and laugh at.