What was may haunt, may delight.

The past has that power.

Even so, what was, isn't, there is no touching it, no reality.

If one could bring forth, selectively, certain days

or moments from the past, and call that a life, and relive it—

my new life would be brief, a few days

and moments would suffice. 

Not having that superpower, and not wanting

to dwell on what was, I will say

that what was, isn't, though it isn't nothing.