in another life maybe the rock that you tripped over as a child wouldn’t be there maybe you wouldn’t see that movie that day maybe you liked that elementary teacher maybe your mother didn’t shout at you for overstaying your bedtime maybe you treated your sister better or gave her that one piece of chips maybe one of all these little things or all of them combined could lead us into each other maybe we could fight over some senseless matter and make love the same night maybe we could wash the dishes together, pick you an outfit for work and complain how hard it is to be an adult but in another life it is.. because once you tripped over that rock and i have to live knowing that you will never even get the slightest idea or a momentary thought of how it would make us feel to wash those dishes together tonight