As a blanket of previously warm darkness envelopes the earth
Wearing the overused sweater that lost your scent
Gripping the damp unwashed handkerchief
I wonder
That maybe
Another universe exists
A parallel world
An alternate reality
Wherein
Everything in this existence
Is also present there
But a little different
That in that reality
Nothing was broken
Nothing needed fixing
Or what broke
Was fixed on time
I wonder
That maybe
In that parallel reality
There's an alternate 'me'
Happily saying 'us' and 'we'
Maybe in that parallel world
Nothing was broken
While I'm here wondering
What happened.