here’s the multiverse: go find yourself
and all the possible yous
and search for all the stories about us.
then come home to me and lie
say: the best of all possible worlds
all the miles in between
make memories sweeter and recollections mistier
sometimes at the sudden gust of wind or
the rattle of rain on the roof you realise that
something inside you still hurts and
you curl up
why you are here instead of
where I am
and you can’t help but think that
sometimes I remember:
the gentle curve of your shoulder—
a graceful silhouette
against a backdrop of stars
and I try to forget you again.
being with you
is not life, but a stolen season
of blue skies reaching out to infinity
and of laughter and sun-drenched mornings.
we steal a fragment of heaven
every time we’re together
we will find the missing pieces
enough to build a paradise
to call our own.