in another universe
you and I never part.
the sun comes up and we still lay together,
washed with the glow of another day
very much in love.

sometimes knowing this universe exists
and that I will never see it
hurts me in a way I never knew I could be hurt.

some other version of me gets to be happy
with you.
and everything works out perfectly.
that version of me never has to imagine
living without you because she never will.

and yet.
in another universe,
you and I never were a possibility at all.
I never laid beside you
hands in your hair
your mouth on mine
laughing and smiling
simply because we were together.

how impossibly odd is it to think
that I (this “real” me) exist somewhere between
those two places.
how strangely serendipitous it is
to think that I have been part of both one universe
and the other.

I cannot say what happens in other universes
(because I seldom know what happens in mine)
but I do have a single hope
for all of my many iterations.
I hope there is one constant thing,
that remains unchanging in each of these microcosmic worlds.
my darling, I hope that wherever, whoever, whatever you are,
you are happy.
because it’s the most you
(and me, and we)
deserve.