If the multiverse exists,
I hope there's a version of us,
Where we don't know each other at all.
Where we met on a different day,
In a different place,
Under a different sky.
Where our paths never crossed,
And our stories never intertwined.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
