I Met My Younger Self For Coffee This Morning

A Conversation Across Time

Image of me taken by my husband.

I met my younger self for coffee this morning,

She arrived ten minutes early, and

I was on time.

She ordered a caramel coffee Frappuccino,

sweet and weak,

I ordered a Spanish latte, comforting and strong.

She wore skinny black jeans, a bright cardigan & her hair a fiery red,

I sat across from her in baggy blue jeans, a neutral jumper, and

my darker hair embracing my heritage

with peaking silver strands.

She spoke of saving souls

of becoming a psychologist, fixing wounds that weren’t hers to heal.

I smiled and told her,

We no longer carry that weight.

Instead, our heart still yearns for stories, for words

We are pursuing our childhood dream of writing, of creating.

She whispered of an abusive love; she feared she’d never escape.

She doubted if she would ever find safety in another’s arms,

if she’d ever hold the family she longed for.