maybe in another universe 
when the outcome might have shifted 

clouds of pink and blue
overtake the senses 

the scenery down below 
breath taking

somewhere between now and everywhere
we’ll meet

ignoring thorns and bristles
of the language we no longer speak

how ridiculous of a dream
to think we’d ever meet again

when all you’ve done is run away
from anchoring down and taking responsibility

but still i’ll hope
ignoring faith

that existence is far more
then my world bargained for

don’t forget me over time
please remember all my suffering

so my image
might live on