Memory of the Future

Of tomorrows, there were many drafts written by the cautious optimist, dreamy realist, half-hearted idealist, world-is-my-oysterist. All previous versions of myself, anticipating future versions of himself. But life is a ruthless editor. And THIS! This is a stretch, at best a second cousin, twice removed from all those old drafts now sitting in the bottom drawer of my mind, almost forgotten. But not quite. Not totally.