Retrospect

in retrospect there is only time that can never be retrieved when what has been overlooked becomes vibrant & takes the forefront of the mind, plaguing the dreams & enhancing the nightmares, making it hard to focus at work, making the hours, the days, the weeks, the months & the years all drag far beyond what one might have been capable of, just before they began to dwell on “what might’ve been,” “what could’ve been,” “what should’ve been,” but all that which just did not pan out--- there are the savage regrets, those people that were treated poorly, neglected or even abused, who now flourish (and you know they flourish) amidst the past where you left them, face down in the dirty curb water, as if at the time they meant absolutely nothing & now, the irony is that this is exactly how you feel & there is no way to change it.