Rewriting Memory
Some three decades later, it haunts me in some way
I can still see the scene and scenario clear as day
Missed chances can taunt us in that constant replay
But even then, I knew the exact words to say
Yet now, in the version where I arrived sooner
Our talk would have had a little more depth
Even though I was young with that sense of humor
There was a passion in me that had quite the breadth
Maybe it was because I was so young and naïve
At the time there were endless possibilities
Then again in those days I didn’t really perceive
That the sail through life wasn’t going to be a breeze
It was some years later when I stood at that place
The old wood bench felt like it was the fork in the road
But had I arrived sooner we would have embraced
Now it’s just a memory preserved in this ode
Good write. I really like the ending stanza, with reference to it being an ode. That rhyme was a pleasant surprise.
Powerfully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend. Hindsight is always 20/20 they say, I’ve always found that theory to hold weight. Appreciate you.
Damian