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In Another Life, We Might Have Been Magic
Prose Poetry
We’ve weaved these threads a hundred, a thousand, times — each one more knotted than the last. All along we thought we had a chance in the great wide world that was so much greater than the both of us.
I held your hand to keep myself steady. You held my hand because there was no one else.
We were a study in the matter of a love gone wrong, but we tried to ignore the truth for so long that deception came with ease.
But when I close my eyes at night I imagine another life, the forked road’s path we never thought to take.
Perhaps I might have been the first choice rather than the runner-up in that other life.
Maybe I would have been the one you could have seen forever with — if only, if only.
I try not to binge on the daydreams of what could have been, but it’s so hard to do when I’m faced with your cold demeanor otherwise.
In this other life, you’re the one instead of one of a long string of disappointments.
I’m not your princess in this life, but maybe I could have been your queen in this wayward chapter that was never lived.
Oh, what I would give to see the light of that dreaming world —
