There are days when the mind returns to the same place
again and again.
A conversation.
A moment.
Something said — or not said — that continues to echo.
It can feel as though it is holding you back.
Preventing forgiveness.
Refusing to let something pass.
But perhaps that is not quite what it is doing.
Sometimes the mind returns not to keep you there,
but to make sure something is not forgotten.
A kind of quiet insistence: that something mattered.
That something was felt before it was understood.
And...