The Question

I thought I saw my childhood image, alas it is only a ghost lost in a phantom past. The ghost-child seemed so abandoned by the adult it had become. Still, I wanted to get to know this entity, ask it, ‘if it would have done what I did with this life of ours, and would it have felt shame or celebration?’ The image for an instant seemed to solidify, a small voice spoke up: “Do it just as you have done; your regrets slowly kill me and they silence our future.”