The Time Traveler

I am traveling to the future.
And tomorrow I will arrive there just on time.
Yesterday is just a place in the fabric of time.
And though I don’t have the means to visit it,
I know in that place my father is young again,
Living the life that he lived and witnessed by me of the future.

I cry, not because I think he is gone, but because of the space and time that seem to separate us now. This seemingly unbridgeable gap is only an illusion, for yesterday and today both exist in time at the same time.

I rejoice, not because I think there is an afterlife but because I believe there is none, for life continued is just called life. In truth we never truly die.

In the future we will meet again. I may be a bird, and you could be a tree. My only hope is that this time I will not forget you just like how I forgot my many Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, Sisters and Children in the past. They surround me now yet I could not recognize them nor do they can me. Molecules and atoms float around and form continuously, infinitely; my fear is that you’re here and already — I do not recognize you.