I hope the multiverse theory is true.
I hope there’s another us
that made it.
The us that was strong enough.
The us that didn’t rip each other apart.
The us that made the right choices.
I hope they’re happy.
I hope they’re laughing in the kitchen.
I hope the dog’s still at their feet.
I hope they still look at each other
like they’re holding the whole world in their hands.
Because here
in this universe
in five months we’ve moved countries apart.
You were my everything.
Now we only talk
to argue about money.
No “good morning.”
No “I miss you.”
Just numbers,
and silence,
and ghosts of what we were.
But somewhere
somewhere they’re still together.
Somewhere they’re still in love.
Somewhere they’re still choosing each other,
every single day.
And maybe
just maybe
that’s enough
to keep me breathing
in this one.