Past-me, the good news is
The pain all fades eventually.
Don’t you see?
Those memories someday will no longer bleed.
Past-me. Listen here.
You’re hurting over something that will not matter in a year
Past-me, be of cheer!
The stories told of heartbreak old will help you learn to steer.
Dear past-me, so young and cold,
Each step from old-pain and breaks will bring you closer to where you’re meant to be… don’t you see…?
In but months your only feeling is relief.
So just be, past-me, and weep and bleed and fret
Someday soon your dancing-eyes
will no longer be wet
And last-need, past-me, is a harping on such pain.
Thankfully you’ll heal up fast and
Not pull the wounds open again!
So sleep, past-me, and dream of today and currently
When courage stops to stay awhile with his keeper, present-me.