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 Nov 4
Dianali
Que inmensas son
aquellas melancolías
Llenas de quizás— reales, tal vez,
Solo en alguna otra realidad.
Un sinnúmero de fotos
En una cámara sin revelar
 Nov 4
Dianali
I guess it was, sort of — dramatic
Now, thinking about it
It just resembles the beginning—
Let me put it this way:
If we hadn’t collide,
—you and I—
Our universes
wouldn’t be complete.
But romantically— you know?
 Nov 4
Dianali
You don’t exist in this universe
I’m living in,
the happiest version I’ve ever been
But then again,
Something is always missing.
a feeling that never fades
 Nov 4
Dianali
I shifted into another universe
without you in it,
and it felt strange,
for a while.
 Nov 4
Dianali
Can you imagine all the conversations we could’ve had?
All the songs we could’ve sung?
 Nov 4
Dianali
Micro universes:
You, there
Me, here
Worlds, we’ll never get to see
Words, we’ll never get to hear.
 Nov 4
Dianali
There is another timeline
Where we are home,
—after a lovely Sunday birthday dinner
of friends

We are thinking of hosting one next.
We agree everyone will love the dessert.
We complain about tomorrow
Usual Monday’s sorrow
We do our nightly routine
I ask you if you want some water
For your bedside

—Not in this cruel one, no.
Yet in some other, —kinder— it is.
We are happy there

— The End —