You are me,
I am you,
I know all the challenges you've faced,
just as I have too.
Trust me, I know this
will all make sense soon.

You never said goodbye,
you didn't know the fact that you'd
disappear before their eyes.

My father,
my mother,
and even my brother,

Do you know
if they cry at night?

Do you know
if they remember my time in the limelight?

Don't regret what's become too late,
if you have anything that you can relate
to, it's that nothing comes
of the sums
of all that your mind debates.

I cried all night
long, because what might
be that end entirely in sight
was a fable told true in the night.

Do you know
what it means to be gone?

Do you know
what it means to truly long?

After my survival,
the
getting-
over-
my-
wrongs
denial,
I found someone, Maria,
yes they were someone
to love.

Over the years,
we worked together,
eventually we decided it was time,
to take life
hand-in-hand
in large unified strides.

Do you know
what if feels like to be loved?

Do you know
all that it means to really love?

An unexpected but welcome guest arrived,
Ari, the new love of our lives,
together we do what we do to society,
all to Ari,
everything to her,
I love her,
so much,
with all my soul.

Do you know
what you will regret?

No, nobody knows
because it is all that I still fret.

Deep in this chasm,
of what it must be,
I write this to you,
another version of me.

It's hard, really hard,
to say goodbye to the ones
that come to mind,
when you think of leaving
before their eyes.

Don't take that feeling for granted,
one day it will
come stabbing you in the back,
saying that all you've regret
is all that you'll get.

Maria is gone,
and for all I long,
it's become just one second
a single second
without all my wrongs.

Soon I'll disappear
Ari will still have to fear
of everything that comes in life,
of all the advice,
that I never gave to her.

Yes,

I know this is hard,
it’s not easy,
and it never will be.

So that’s why I write this letter,
to you, my past self,

You still have time
to not make my mistakes.

Do not be like me,
as you are not me yet.

To you, my past self,
I wish you all the luck you can get.




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