Clutch away at the knots but they have been tied many many years ago. Cry futilely as you see the decisions made again and again. It has happened and no amount of wishing or pain will undo it.

I can palpably feel the gossamer shadows of the world that might have been. oh I don't mean one thing above any other. its just sometime when I read of anything in past tense and I am idle, I begin to imagine things go different and the years tumble out of that cusp like a roll of tape, each inch growing differently. 

I am alone and the books about me change their titles, throw longer shadows and the world outside begins to look strange.