The past is gone,
like an amputated leg,
and nothing,
not even the most
earnest regret,
can restore it or
change it in any way.
And all the beating up
and recriminations
against self are never
going to do any good,
even if the phantom
feelings are there
and seem so real.
As for the future,
that is just chance
and speculation
or what might be,
though there nothing
wrong with a little
bit of hope.
But remember:
neither the past or
the present are actually
accessible or even present,
except in memory
and the conjuring
of our minds.
For the only time
we can really know
is in the sliding, elusive
present now.
16/12/2016