Poetry by Malachy Moran

      Vincent Parsons CC




Dear Me [Coked up and Spun Out at Sixteen Years Old]

I don't think
that even back then
[which to you is now
and to me is so long ago
that the city that you live in now 
is not now anymore the city that it was then]

that anyone still wrote letters.

But I wanted you to know,
like I now know, but you never knew,
that the person you hated
[you, you are the person you hated back then]
turns out alright in the end.
The person you wanted to blot out
with anything you could get your hands on
turns out alright in the end
[you, you turn out alright in the end].

And I wanted you to know that the dreams
[and they are dreams
for you do not know if you are awake or asleep 
when you have them]
that you have now
will never come true.
But if you knew
that the new dreams
that you have now
[now now]
are so much better than you knew then

I think it would make you happy.

So I hope you are happy now,
even though I remember
how hard it was to be happy then.

Sincerely

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Malachy Moran is an American expat currently residing in Norway with 10 years clean and sober. When not hiking, skiing, or playing with his corgi Pepperoni, Malachy can be found hosting and performing at poetry open mics in Oslo. You can follow along with his "Poem a Day Challenge" on his Instagram account @malformed_poetry. 
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