How strange it is
How strange it is
To sit here by myself
And feel my existence stretch out to the other dimensions
The parallel universe
Where we are lovers still
For a brief moment
The tendrils of that universe caress me
It’s like you are here
A reality
But not of this reality
How different we look
You cup my face in your hands
And your eyes are the same
And I know this is happening elsewhere
Because why else would it make me cry so much
So I wonder then
Is this my strength or my curse
To feel your sting and your comfort simultaneously
Across all these existences
Across all space and time
To sit here by myself
And feel my existence stretch out to the other dimensions
The parallel universe
Where we are lovers still
For a brief moment
The tendrils of that universe caress me
It’s like you are here
A reality
But not of this reality
How different we look
You cup my face in your hands
And your eyes are the same
And I know this is happening elsewhere
Because why else would it make me cry so much
So I wonder then
Is this my strength or my curse
To feel your sting and your comfort simultaneously
Across all these existences
Across all space and time