as we sat in the car today
talking freely about life & love &
what we left behind,
I realized that maybe,
in another universe,
we would be perfect for each other.
maybe there you wouldn't tell me
my hands were so clammy
& instead you would envelop them
in yours. In this universe there is no one like you
but maybe somewhere else, there is someone
nearly identical to you
that is able to give me what I want.
you are exactly what I need. you with your
unable to make small talk but the best person to
have a deep conversation with; you:
the only guy my parents would trust to
drive me all this way. in this universe,
you are exactly what I need.
so do I regret being born in this lonely place
surrounded by people who are able to love each other
who aren't as close as us but are still able to hold hands
and sneak out at night
and do everything that falls into the category we label
no. as I closed the door of your yellow car
and heard you drive away,
I did not immediately wonder
whether you should have waited for me
to get inside safely.
later, though, I remember you paused.
and that was enough.