I do not need a reminder of the 'if only(s)'.
I don't. There are sometimes, the flashes in the dark; they keep you up, staring wide-eyed waiting for something you know will not arrive. Most of the time - a word along the corridors, the whisper of the wind, the sigh at the end of a day- those are the daily, endless reminders of what I have tried with no ease to deny. To have heard - the the crisp sound of the words, so effortlessly spoken by an uncanny offender is to feel the unhurried opening of a healing wound.
I don't need the reminders. But they are there - undefeated.