Memories

With all the Internet advances, it should

The Persistence of Memory
Salvador Dali

be a possibility to pull up any date

and any name and memory, complete with 

photographs, a video of what we did

and why. But it is no doubt better that

we can't, or we might stay too long inside 

the theater that is our minds, dark and 

bitter cold while dredging up old sadnesses, 

mistakes, and arguments in futile hope that this time 

when it gets to that one part, we'll have a way 

to reach in, interject our 20/20 hindsight,
change it all and give another answer,

stop the bullet or the car before it wrecks, 

pull that first addicting cigarette from between her teeth,

tell another to go straight to hell before he

tries to drag us with him, take back all the unkind, even

neutral, words that separate, still separate, and there's
nothing we can do to make it right. We've tried. Less

likely we might try reliving just the happy times,
instead of being happy in the now, and look at all we'd miss.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014