Poetry
Maybe in Another Universe
It always felt like
We were made for each other
Didn’t it?
You, a dancer
Me, a poet
I’d write
To the rhythm
Of your soul
You’d dance
To the symphony
Of my words
We were perfect
Our story was
Written in the stars
And I knew
In every universe
It would always be
Me and you
The one where we’re broke
And we make wishes
On pennies
The one where we’re rich
And we give all of it away
Cause we’re enough
The one where we don’t meet
But I redraw my destiny lines
So they cross yours
It didn’t really matter
How many universes
Or multiverses
Or permutations of reality existed
