Hindsight

If hindsight is 20/20

I am afraid that I won’t even glance.

I would rather believe that the blurring and blending

should be allowed to swirl and twirl

in the same baffling but not entirely benign sign of things

that thankfully never came to pass. 

Without knowing where or how you are,

I know that we each has done better separately

Than we could have/would have together.

Our best selves never really met each other. 

You had not even met your own best self,

And I had not yet met my best self.

Yet you still have my record collection.

Some things you can never get back.