Sometime's Too Hard

Some days and nights it feels too hard not to turn back former times, ages and stages, agreements and arguments, investments and divestments, births and deaths, to ask all the questions I had no voice to ask yet. Sometimes it hurts ache deeply not able to turn back time to ask my wiser questions of today before we slipped apart. Sometimes it helps to remember I never could have learned to ask if I had ever known this power to stop time's flow remembering why this time and in this place and how could we ever hope to meet just right on river banks of questions. What were our odds of landing here together given all of time's vast space invested to remember what to ask each now together, and why, and how long is too short.