I Met Myself

I met myself on a rusty street,
a splinter scattered twisted road.
He did not see, or catch my eye,
but drifted by, in silence.

Past, towards the dark.
The empty place I was before.
Before the light, my future light.
Before the bright blue yet to be.
I met myself, and I was me.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.