A Brief Meeting at Hindsight Inn

He, being not much over the tender age of three, vividly approached me in the middle of rem

Looking straight into my eyes, he speaks

“I’m sorry tiger, it’s all my fought”

Taken by surprise, I gazed back at the little fella

Something was off

I noticed it right away

He was clearly my elder, elder my

He was here way before I

Yet confronted with that obvious truth, I could not for the life of me comply

Which naturally lead me to the blatant question of why

Barely able to reach, he put his hand on my shoulder with a deeper compassion than a father ever could

“I should’ve zigged when I zagged”

“Worked harder to make them laugh”

“Put you in life where you and I both know you ought to be”

Needing someone to blame, I thought, I agree, but soon reminded myself of how this child before me is only about three

How could he possibly be responsible for all that would or could

Still, I said nothing, I only stood

Deep into his eyes, I was lost in the woods

Yearning to hear more of his words

Bread crumbs that would lead me straight out and into back in

Reluctant to follow although I desperately needed to hear

“It’s ok young man, you can blame me, you have my permission,” he said

Standing together clutched at the altar, I wanted to say I do, but the tears began flowing instead

I couldn’t put all that blame on such an innocent and green figure

But I said nothing at all to dispute it

Saying no more, our eyes became a flowing sea

As we just let it all be

Mutually agreeing to spend the little time we had left together reminiscing about the past and the future