In Another Universe
Suppose
If we could turn back time,
that there was enough magic left on this earth,
to undo everything that went wrong.
A universe exists,
where you never left our front door.
The one you let me paint purple,
cause you knew I loved it.
One in which
you lay slumbering next to me.
Your hands in my hair,
cause you stroked the nightmares away.
Suppose
your alarm clock never went off,
in place of shrill ringing, there was a warm silence.
The sun would creep in through the blinds,
and the cold would never fill your spot.
Or one where I could keep making your coffee,
just the way you like it.
A little cream and two sugars.
Yet, your mug sits there collecting dust.
Suppose,
the iron eagle never left the ground,
or had it never come crashing down, like a falling angel.
What if you had stayed instead of leaving,
I wouldn’t know this hollowness.
I’d have never known what it felt like to bury you,
my person.
To never know what it felt like to say goodbye,
and hug your pillow drenched in my tears.
Suppose,
a universe exists where you never got on that plane.
