For-Warning Me

For-warning Me

I had come to an age when the past was crammed full of half-remembered things.  A time when things were different and oh so much simpler and those long summer days that shone forever. So I went back in time to warn him...

In a desperation I searched for those rosy images of youth that fed my happiness, but did they ever exist?  Surely if they had been real I would have found them by now?  I am now and probably always will be a dreamer; so those happy days may just have been created by a starving soul eager to feast upon happy times.

Then I saw him, rosy-cheeked and chubby kneed and a grin that told of innocence.  How could I break it to him and wreck his cheeky trusting grin?  I had sixty years of roller coaster fears with which to fill him, but I couldn’t do it.

I had stolen back in time to warn him; tell him left not right. Re-write the tears, tear from his uncertain future the fears that would confound and crush him.  I had it all planned out.  I wanted to make amends for the pain I would cause him, but something told me, leave him be.

Uttering one word of warning would kill us both; I knew that knowledge was a dangerous thing and I had to let the me of all those years gone by do it all again.