Things I haven’t met yet

There are things in my life

I haven't met yet.

A city street

I will someday know by heart.

A window

I will stand beside

without wanting to be somewhere else.

A person

whose name means nothing to me today,

but one day

I might say it

like I have known it forever.

There is a version of me

somewhere ahead

who has already lived through

everything

I am worried about tonight.

I wonder what he remembers.

The nights I thought

I was falling behind?

The plans that failed?

The people who left?

Maybe he laughs

at how seriously

I carried certain endings.

Maybe some of them

were only doors

I didn't recognize.

I hope he still takes

the long way home sometimes.

I hope he still stops

for tea

when the evening feels right.

I hope success

didn't make him hurry

through everything.

And I hope

when life finally gives him

some of the things

I keep asking for,

he remembers me;

the person who had none of them,

but imagined them

so clearly

that he kept walking

towards them.