Your Later Self

Paint kisses poetry

I see the vow pressed under your tongue
a promise to the person you have yet to meet.
You voice it low, letting the day remain vacant
while the outlines of tomorrow fill your spirit.

This isn't about who you are in this now
it's about that glimmer at the boundary of all you know.
You hold it close, cradling every uncertain flicker,
until your name sounds different, more alive.

You carry a quiet thrill beneath the surface:
the promise of what you might become.
Even now, you see doors no one else sees,
and you walk on, guided by a voice
that hums from the next sunrise.

You, forging a road with every twist,
calling to tomorrow’s reflection like a riddle.
When the two of you collide, that vow unlocks
a luminous key to the name waiting inside.

In the last instant, you find you were not solitary:
tomorrow was always here, disguised as you.

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