A Question
I miss you.
I can’t believe that I live
in a timeline where we don’t exist together.
You have a life that is all your own
and it no longer intertwines
with the life that I call mine.
Where are you right now?
Who do you talk to? Do they remind you of me
in the way that they laugh?
Or in the jokes that they tell?
Is there any piece left of your heart
that holds a single trace of me?
Editor: Erynn Crittenden
