Last night I kept replaying the same endgame

I'm sitting across from an opponent who has no face, and I know I've been here before — same rook ending, same one tempo short. The board keeps resetting and we play it again, polite as churchgoers. I woke up more tired than I was when I went to sleep, but also, weirdly, at peace with it. Maybe that's what letting go looks like for us — replaying it until it stops hurting.