My future self waits in line in front of me
paunchy with a round, doughy face hidden by graying stubble
worn by time and age
and sunken eyes that don't quite focus
on anything.
He says
Coffee.
Black.
I think
yeah that is me
and I want to ask
are you lonely
happy
does it all work out in the end?
I'm sure shrinks would have a field day
analyzing the order of the questions,
but I just say
The Same.