Each at
The breaths
You breathe
While speaking
My name
But not saying it.
This is the curse
I hold in my dark heart
Which was diced
On a side street
Last week.
What if everything
You think you know
Is untrue?
This is where the timeline
Separates, splits, diverges
Into what was
And what’s next.
Our histories
Are just two wires
That crossed
For a good moment
Gone.
We will shock
Electrics
When our internet’s
Meet again
In six years
Or when one of us
Dies.
Each at
The lucky
That lays
From our crazy
Colliding continuity
And gave us a brief
Respite from life.