The past is gone forever

Can you command the sun to return to the womb of dawn? or bid the child crawl again into the shelter of its mother? Can milk be summoned back into the udder? Or a fallen hour persuaded to unfall? Time does not merely pass it buries. And what it buries, even memory cannot resurrect for yesterday is not a place we have forgotten to find but a door that ceased to exist the moment we walked through it So let the dead hours remain dead Some things are sacred precisely because they cannot happen again