The Past

I have this weird thing about days and months and seasons…

When I know something happened a year ago on this day or in this month or during this period of time, it’s like I can reach across a dimension and run my fingers through events of the past.

I feel like I’m looking through one of those double-sided mirrors at my old self. It’s pretty disconcerting. Sometimes it’s like she’s looking right back at me, even though I know she can’t see me.

I mostly just want to tell her, “I’m sorry.”