I met with my younger self for a cup of cocoa
We arrived early, because we don't like to keep anyone waiting. Smiling but ever so serious she studied me. I asked her if she remembers the time an elderly man at the bus stop said to look life straight in the eyes and never look down, you have so much ahead of you. She nodded and smiled, “See, he was right, even if the future seems dark now, you'll find your way and learn lots of things and meet many different people. Above all, while a long term relationship will break, a new one will come along, and three sweet souls will never leave you feeling alone in this world.” Her lines became soft, while I could still see her heart had trouble navigating the duplicity of life, and hopelessness spreading like spiderwebs, because some things you can't change alone. We both hang on to the echoes of farewells for far too long. Haunted by something untamed inside like a baby's cry. And we bleed our emotions through poetry. “Don't ever stop writing,” I whispered to her over our steaming cups, although you may be looked at but never seen, “it's your soul's talent, so nurture it.” She cringed, “these silly lines?” I told her she'll be brave and stubborn enough to publish a few books and change professions too. Her spine straightened in surprise. “See, you're not little, there's lots you can do. Stop playing small and enjoy the ride. Small joys will keep you warm through any transformation that might occur.” She didn't say much, ‘cause that's how she is, although in her mind a lot is going on, not much will come out. It’s her call that I heard, displaying a need to reconnect, to show me where it still hurts, and bandage the wounds once and for all, diving deeper through the veils of the past, to pour love in streams to the child within. We never actually parted, we sail hand in hand.
I met my younger self for a cup of cocoa
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