If I could go back to the way it was,

I might wish to remain with today,

so many skeletons,

all the confusion,

and yet in the moment I would

throw it all away.

I wonder about nostalgia,

what it means in our lives

good memories and sad occasions,

we are all caught in a cycle

of testing the waters,

finding a way to avoid

the human drama

of getting by, of confidence,

of understanding the reasons why.

If I could go back to yesterday,

it might be only to figure out a way,

to not lose you,

to speak the truth,

not paint pretty pictures,

only live the moment,

only find you in my arms,

where life truly matters,

the two of us,

in a travel of serendipity