Maybe, in another universe.

Maybe, just maybe.

In another universe.
In another reality.
In another time.

You didn't disappear.

I spent these times with you.

Happy beyond words.

The days would mash into the nights and the nights into the days.

Lines of time blurred and bliss was all that remained.

As we prepare to part, we anticipate our next reunion.

Though bittersweet, the memories will be all that we have and yet sufficient to last us through.

The parting moment would be felt with so much sorrow and filled with equal, if not more, amounts of love. Darkness and light would intertwine in a beautiful melody of grey.

Sadly, no maybes.

I am in this universe.
This isn't an alternative reality.
And I am at this exact moment in time.

You disappeared.

I am alone, now and times gone by.

All anticipation which once was have been reduced to ashes.

That part of me, which you had access to, died.

That part of you, which i loved, is gone.

And if we were to ever cross paths again one day, i would tip my hat and be on my way.

What is left of me will never bear to look at what is left of you.

Maybe just maybe, that part of you is together with that part of me.

That longing would be complete.

Just not in this universe, not in this reality, not in this time.