I see a fellow talking to himself in the middle of the street. At first I feel sorry for him. And then I realize that we are alike. Only I am writing to myself.

Addendum (October 13, 2016)

Perhaps I am a bit more coherent than the poor fellow, but this haiku is otherwise right on the mark. Look at me! I am writing to myself once again! Come to think of it, perhaps the fellow in question is well ahead of me. To begin with, he could not have the slightest idea what it was that he was talking about so many years back. More important, he has no chance whatsoever of figuring it out, either. The lucky fellow!