imagining tomorrows

admittedly i knew

nothing, still a shy child,

and yet

inside, i knew

more than what i spoke.

and as i drew my finger

along the cold

glass pane

of the window drawing

out a face,

a name.

standing tall on the yellow

kitchen chair.

i could see the future,

i knew

in that moment

that there's more to all of this

than what has passed.