what 

if we woke up with yesterday's memories 

   only for our eyes to see, backwards. 

think, think under that mossy, thick oak tree.

think, think, think.

if yesterday went the way it went, nothing to change,

    just the speed of it, just as if everything went: backwards.

if we woke up to the sun setting under 

        our light brown eyes and

the clouds rolling back. 

if we woke up with the memories of yesterday, playing back

maybe, just maybe, this would all make sense. 

just to think of yesterday.