In That Old Photograph

It looks as if my skin’s too tight
like my soul hasn’t had the chance
to work its way to the surface
of my then smooth mask of face
I don’t know who she was
the way she tied her scarf like that
made up far too much for a young
girl so unformed and unsure
of everything around her
Life has a way of loosening
the skin of the soul
of pulling down what once
held firmly to the bones of youth
and still the one similarity:
that uncertainty about it all