The Version Where I Arrived Sooner

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