Dunno where this is going

I remember looking desperately into my future for a glimmer of hope and seeing none.  I remember listening in the dark for the voice of my future self telling me I'd make it - I'd heard it before in my darker times.  It didn't come.  All I heard was a stranger's voice telling me how sorry it was for my pain.

Three years later, I know that the stranger's voice is mine and that the woman who was me for a while died, just like she knew she would.  I stare out of her eyes, push her hair back out of her face and listen for the voice of my future self.  I don't hear it, but everything's fine now, anyway.

Memories of childhood

The garden we grew in
grows brighter with age
Perhaps we return there.