In those infinite, alternate
universes where there are other
mes and other yous, perhaps
I'll no longer dread the thought
of either of us passing away
and leaving the other behind.
I'll rest in the idea of our being
carried beyond understanding
to a place where I can be content
to watch moonlight wash every
leaf in the silvery light of no
judgment, knowing that even there,
you'll come to me in your own time.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
