I strolled one night beneath the moon

A zephyr played a little tune

When from a portal it came near

A figure strange, yet oddly clear

Not someone else, they said to me:

_I’m you, from 2043_

Their face was lined, their hair was gray

But still they smirked in my own way

_Shouldn’t you warn me?_ I inquired

_Of cliffs and traps, of paths required?_

They laughed and shook their head with ease

_You wouldn’t learn from hints like these_

We walked awhile, just side by side

No rush, no need to run or hide

_You’ll wish,_ they said, _when all is done_

_You’d saved small joys instead of none_

Then just as quick, they disappeared

The dusk turned night, the stars premiered

No flash, no sound, no great display

Me and me, then one gone away