Hello, future, my old friend.
It's me, and I haven't forgotten all of your old tricks.
I remember how you sneak up on me when I least expect it.
I remember how you change minds and you change hearts and you change lives.
I remember how you invite yourself in with no warning
how you don't even bother taking your coat off;
how you leave your shoes on and trek mud all over my clean carpet.
Oh, I know you.
I know how you love changes
you live for goodbyes.
I know how you enjoy the fear I feel
when I consider your possibilities.
I know how you love to rob me of the present.
I know how you love to watch me squirm in my memories of the past.
I know how you love your unpredictability
I know that you will come.
I know I will not be ready.