The Past Asks Too Many Questions

Despite all the evidence,
Literally all that there is,
Sometimes it’s hard to believe

The past ever existed.
Pick a date you remember,
Roughly far back as you can,

And dwell on it for a bit.
Feel it? That faint estrangement,
The alien glow of it—

Given all that’s gone on since
And all that you can’t access
Of it, did your past exist?

If it didn’t, nothing did.
Ah, but did nothing? Did it?