Dear Future


Dear Future,
I wrote you a letter once before,
I’m unsure if you ever got it.
I think it must lie buried;
hidden beneath pages and phrases,
under cover of supple black leather and ink.

I spoke of bad habits and warmth,
of holding tighter to what burns.
I asked that you be happy.
I asked that you be kind.

I hope that you are happy,
that you shed only your own tears.
I hope that you cling looser
to flame, if only out of fear.

And I hope that you are kind like thunder;
In rolling waves; in quiet rumbles.
That you forgive like a wet sandcastle;
that you stand tall; that you crumble.

Dear Future,
I wrote you a letter once before.
I hope this one finds its way to you. Love,
Present

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