at times I do look back upon the past, and wonder whether or not I could have altered things so that my life now would include you still.
but then it occurs to me
every single time
that you do not miss me at all.
and that genuinely,
I do not miss you either.
because here's the thing; you are correct, in that you can once again reach the past. may it be across an unstable bridge, swaying with uncertainty and apprehension - or a dusty path, of which you eventually lose track of as the sandy gravel begins to tire you immensely and so you unsatisfyingly turn round and work your way back towards the present.
one thing I have learned is this. people are right, a bridge to the past can be built. but over that bridge, you may not bring with you bricks or metal or other material to fabricate things that were not there, that did not exist before. because all that will happen is the bricks will disintegrate into dust and the metal will melt through your hands and evaporate. these worthy materials that you have brought from the present, are useless in the past and will be wasted if you try and reconcile. think of the past as a museum of emotion, you are there to observe, not to construct and deconstruct.