A Letter To My Future Self
By Haala Marikar
Dearest me of 2025, maybe,
Or perhaps I shouldn’t have addressed you as ‘me’?
We are distant, I know; myself and you,
We are no longer one, but two.
In fact, that is why I am writing to you,
To remind you of all we held true,
To have a little of my childhood self remain-
I do not want our resolutions to have been made in vain.
Growing up is inevitable- of that, I’m aware,
I just don’t want to have you no longer care
About me, about the idea of an eternal ‘we’,
Much love,
From the little girl you’ve nearly ceased to be.
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