As of late,
  I have developed a new best friend

It’s my younger self coming
  to visit my end

I look in his face,
  and I see a new truth

I look in his face,
  and I see more than youth

Now more like my father,
  I more like his son

The beginning he carries,
  from whose ending I run

He tells me he’s followed,
  but I never looked back

Always looking beyond,
  what my fear could attack

He approaches me close,
  but we’re never to touch

The distance between us,
  life’s meaning as such

For most of my days
  I planned dying alone

But now in his presence,
  every memory reshown

He points to my heart,
  as his eyes fly within

His vision, my vision
  —eternity’s twin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)