Intersections and Timeline
Sometimes when I watch the city lights
slowly die to give way for the night,
or listen to songs you wrote about me
as I stand in the backroom window in my apartment,
I wonder if you’ve forgiven me
for all the times I didn’t love you as much
when you were still here with me holding my hands.
I know it has heen a busy couple of months
with everything happening all at once,
how time was so fast when we were together,
but I wonder if you know that we can slow down now.
I wonder if you now understand the concept of time,
and what I meant when I said it was not ours.
Remember when I asked you if you love me,
and for a moment you hesitated,
I wonder if you know that I have forgiven you
and that I understand it was not
that you didn’t love me,
but it was because you were afraid.
I hope that when you think about us,
you won’t think of me as a sad memory.
Because I don’t. Because we both know
that in this current space and time,
the universe won’t allow us to be together.
I wonder if you smile knowing that
maybe in a parallel universe or in an alternate reality,
or somewhere further than our timeline,
I can love you enough, and you won’t have to let me go.