Showed itself from underneath
An old crumpled sheet of paper
Emerged from my bed, my haven
With words that made me quiver
My eyes cannot grasp what was
I couldn't believe what I wrote
For my younger self prepared
Future and current me a note
As i straightened the creases
It was only then when I realized
Immature and inexperienced me
Could provide guidance and be wise
Was this a prophetical preparation
To recover from this colossal offset
For I wrote you a letter of adieu
Long before we have even met