It's been a lull,
It's been a time,
Since the day we met,
Giggling in parking lots beside the park
Sitting idle with the running cars,

You said you wanted to marry me.
We were kids, but you spoke it still.
A refuteable claim as it was,
From your lips you birthed space and time,
A choice.

In some realities, devined it be that we make that choice,
And join hands in serenity,
And now I am left to wonder in how many,
You were kept from harm.

In how many realities,
Did I keep that needle from your arm?