Thing, your heart out
There are things we have to let go not because they are toxic or futile, but because of some glitch in the transmission that interrupts the arc for a time, just long enough so that the thing’s time has passed, and even though the damage could perhaps or theoretically be undone in ideal circumstances, events and people have moved on so that there is no place for the thing to land and look around and adjust.
And this is not fair. And it’s no better to think But it shouldn’t have happened that way than it is to think Well, we couldn’t have done anything about it anyway. And it’s no comfort to think Well, that’s the way it is. And it’s not possible to always avoid thinking about it at all. The in-jokes and the songs pop up on their own, and there is just enough energy to think Oh, it’s that thing. I don’t know what to say about that.