He does not exist anymore, except in my imagination. Memories arising when I least expect them. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of him and I feel such a fondness. I wish I could spare him the pain I know he’ll experience. But I also know the love he will as well. The amazing things he’ll see, the adventures he’ll have.
At the same time, I, who has experienced all that he will, I so often forget the lessons. So I write. A guide, perhaps, to the future. To the self that I will one day look back to and nod, knowing. Smiling.
4 thoughts on “Guide”
Such a truer statement has never been uttered. He’s not the only one that forgets all his lessons.
Very nice, Kamal. I read once – ‘Every moment is a chance to create yourself anew.’ Kinda reminded me of that..
Your words are always poems. And, like poems they leave me wondering. That’s a good thing.
I hurt for him. I am him.