And why is it?

That looking back,

seems to sink the heart,

and weigh down the spirit?

Do we love what we see?

Mourn what is lost?

And left behind?

Seek a path back?

Is looking back, like its friend nostalgia,

just another trap,

another way of feeling lost?

Why does every master, monk, guru,

Preach living in the now.

Not looking forward,

Not looking back, to think of love,

that leaves,

and never leaves.

My angel is teaching me to look back with pride,

not judgement.

Like you, I did my best.