I met my younger self for coffee down at the park we used to play.
Our eyes different but the same.
One grande iced caramel whipped cream and a vape.
Almost the same as if yesterday.
“Does it get better” but my words never deliver a false comforting taste.
A short skirt and crop top, trying to ******, I wish I could convince them not to pursue.
“We have a septum? Our hairs long too.” We also moved and are getting a tattoo.
“Are we still with her?” She made us hurt but you don’t know better than to stay with her.
“But you have love in your face?” because the woman we’re with made us this way.
“Do we figure stuff out” getting there but don’t worry I won’t let us down, just be prepared and stay safe.
It’s a coin always flipping and never deciding a decision.
As we grow older I wonder what our older self will discover.
Until next time sweetie “until next time you old tree”
Parting ways is never easy but I hope older me is prepared to greet me.