Parallel in The First Life

Today, I felt a different version of me.
One I knew months ago.
Years ago.
In a paper thin moment, I bled back into a past me.
Long enough to feel an emptiness that my soul knew.
A parallel.
It didn’t take long before reality shocked me awake like I touched a wet socket.
Still.. .
I don’t know why it came…
Or why I felt that.

Like I crossed into a universe where I didn’t answer when he called.
Where I fell asleep instead of being there when he broke.
Where it was like he never extended his touch.
And we never were
And I was only left to grasp at memories.

Still
He is a dream
A figment of the weekend.
Words in the night by blinding light.. in bed.

I wish things could be different.
But they can’t.
It’s about there being more room to grow… and patience.