Remembering

What will it be like,
returning to what you don’t remember
or can’t since you were never there;
once again are nothing,
but arrived where you’ve never been.

Will you be able to sense if there is no body?
No eyes, no arms and no hugs?
How will you know,
with none of the tools of perception?

Extrasensory perception, perhaps,
but don’t remember
the songs that, in fact 
were recorded

so still are there,
but over time will have receded
to what once called the past
that now you’re a part of, 
recorded, so forever last.