I remember a time
when I turned the tape of a cassette
back with the end of my pencil
because somehow it got stuck
in the wheel of my recorder.
I remember listening to the radio
for hours on end,
waiting for that one song,
that would make me press,
the button to record,
so, I could listen to it over and again.
I would sit in my bedroom,
listening to my favorite songs,
singing and dancing,
until my brother,
would bounce on my door,
asking me for silence.
The neighbors would complain,
about my off-key voice,
or the music being too loud,
but I never listened,
and disappeared in my own world.
This time without phones,
social media, or internet,
was a simple world,
where I could forget everything,
and sometimes I want to go back,
and relive that time all over again.
I wonder,
what is holding me back?