Vhs Poem by Cait Oiler

Too often I find myself stuck in rewind,
Reliving past the moments we never but should have shared,
I still believe that it should have been me,
Rather than some big-eyed teenager.
But why bring up the past when the future seems as bright as a corny movie from the 90’s?
You laugh, but you know it’s true.
This is life. This is what you’ve made. This is what you wanted.
“So let’s watch this old vhs and have a good laugh.”
But I lie and say that the tape player ate it, that it spit the ribbons at me, that it’s gone forever.
“It’s not a big deal, ” I say, “It’s only a movie from the 90’s, something corny and not worth the time.”