The Past

 I’m not living in the past, but I often wish I could personally revisit the once young men and women for whom I once deeply cared, others with whom I talked on occasion,  even many whose names are familiar, or about whom I would like to say, “Gee, I remember you from __________.”, (knowing they didn’t remember me.) Somehow, it hurts to believe that there is little hope of reconnecting. Yes, it saddens me, but I don’t think there is an answer.