if you could only remember
your name,
maybe the days would make
some kind of sense,
and all your life’s chances
that you threw
high up in the air,
so very very high
and so far away,
would come right back down
to you like golden summer
rain…
if you could only remember
how it felt,
to be mistaken and have
no regret,
then all your tears
would have remained uncried,
and your aching heart
remained unbroken
those words of bitterness
better left unspoken…
if only you could remember
your name,
then there in the shadows
you would have found
no-one else to
blame.

Moving poem! It makes us reflect about our lives, our actions.
A brilliant re-examination of past actions hingeing on a change of perceptions based on a hypothetical ”condition.”
Ruminative one.. Inferring a lot 🙂