The memories resonate
play in my head again
and again.
And they replay,
as the emotions
force their way
to the surface.
They don’t always make it through
(I don’t think)
but they are still there.
Right there.
Close.
I also play and
replay alternates and
continuations and
eventual possibilities
that haven't happened – yet.
But they exist.
They aren’t real, but they could happen.
They could eventually occur.
They could be.
Maybe they are unresolved issues
I need to figure out
how to deal with.
Or maybe they are emotions
that are trying to create a story
that I might eventually be able to
discover
if I would or
could
acknowledge them.