A little version of myself,

scrawls words under "Dear future me" on a post it,

hides it behind a frame,

tries to forget it exists.

A bigger version of myself,

reads the words on that post it,

hides it behind the frame,

"I'm not in the future yet."

The version of myself I am today,

reads the words on that post it,

forgets about the broken frame,

and finally feels like the message is for her.