Dinner with Myself
written by: Luvya Sharma
Last night,
I had dinner with my four-year-old self.
He was afraid of me and I couldn’t relate.
We shared the same body,
Yet we were not the same.
He approached me at a diner,
Asking, “Is this our fate?”
I told the kid, “It’s the in-between.”
With a sigh on his face,
He looked sad.
“What happened?” he asked.
A smile dawned
I told him, “I don’t know.”
We had our food.
He asked for sweets.
Another vestige came from behind.
I asked the man who he was
Already knowing.
He smiled like the sun and said,
“I’m you.”
With the biggest burden off my shoulder,
I asked a simple question:
“Are we happy?”
He laughed
And didn’t answer.
I asked again,
“How long will this in-between go on?”
A long while, he said.
The little one asked,
“Can he do it?”
With teary eyes, he hugged me.
He paid for our meal.
I hugged the three.
The big one said,
“Our future is bright hang in there.”
We went our separate ways,
Never to meet again.
- Dinner with Myself - May 20, 2025
