It seemed like a story
For Schrödinger
Time and distance ensured that
They were
All things and
Nothing
At once
And, in this way, they stayed in perpetual orbit
She wondered if
In another life
In another place
Time
Universe
Their lives would have intersected
Instead of diverging
Unrequited
To haunt her with all that could have been
It was the bitterest irony
When at last their paths swerved together
That both hearts had already been spoken for
Somewhere
The Fates were surely cackling
As the air hung heavy
With all the possibilities
That died on the vine
Because time was never on their side
How could one even cry for something they’d never had?
She found herself heaving uncontrolled sobs
Shaking with unfettered grief
In mourning
For all the things
She had wanted to live
All the bright dreams of their teenage years
That had seemed so perfect
Shattered by the bitterness of
Growing up
And that old ******* Father Time
If she were honest with herself
She’d admit it was not him
She actually loved all these years
But all the things he might have been
—or rather—
All the things she might have been with him
What a different life she might have had if
One day
She had followed her
Wild teenage love
Instead of living in this cosmic joke
She’ll never know
But she’ll heave sobs
For all the parallel lives she is not living
And the orbit she will return to
Knowing she’ll never be satisfied
She’ll always wonder
Always be gazing off
Trying to glimpse a galaxy
Where things turned out better
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
It seemed like a story
For Schrödinger
Time and distance ensured that
They were
All things and
Nothing
At once
And, in this way, they stayed in perpetual orbit
She wondered if
In another life
In another place
Time
Universe
Their lives would have intersected
Instead of diverging
Unrequited
To haunt her with all that could have been
It was the bitterest irony
When at last their paths swerved together
That both hearts had already been spoken for
Somewhere
The Fates were surely cackling
As the air hung heavy
With all the possibilities
That died on the vine
Because time was never on their side
How could one even cry for something they’d never had?
She found herself heaving uncontrolled sobs
Shaking with unfettered grief
In mourning
For all the things
She had wanted to live
All the bright dreams of their teenage years
That had seemed so perfect
Shattered by the bitterness of
Growing up
And that old ******* Father Time
If she were honest with herself
She’d admit it was not him
She actually loved all these years
But all the things he might have been
—or rather—
All the things she might have been with him
What a different life she might have had if
One day
She had followed her
Wild teenage love
Instead of living in this cosmic joke
She’ll never know
But she’ll heave sobs
For all the parallel lives she is not living
And the orbit she will return to
Knowing she’ll never be satisfied
She’ll always wonder
Always be gazing off
Trying to glimpse a galaxy
Where things turned out better
7/30/18
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