In Another Version of Our Story

The Connect, Serve, Heal Journey

Originally Published September 24, 2023

(Poems from the Shower)

In another version, love would not feel like claustrophobia.

In another version, I would lay in bed tracing your tattoos with my fingertips.

In another version, I would nestle into your spoon at dawn instead of wiggling away.

In another version, I would have pups sleep in their own beds so they didn’t cause a canyon between us.

In another version, I would rise with you early and rest my head on your shoulder over coffee.

In another version, I would turn off the tv, turn on the music, and dance with you in our kitchen.

In another version, I would skip cocktails with friends to make pasta at home together.

In another version, I would tell you daily what you mean to me.

In another version, I would double down on our vulnerability not my independence.

In another version, I would rise at 3am every weekend to take in sunrises on the boat.

In another version, your face would not wear an expression of disappointment I caused.

In another version, you would plan date nights with me.

In another version, you would reach for my hand to hold.

In another version, you would never move to the bed downstairs.

In another version, you would come with me when I ask you to travel.

In another version, your face would still light up at the sight of me.

In another version, we would live happily ever after.

In another version, you would still love me.

In another version, you would not fall in love with another.

In another version, there would be no goodbye.

Sadly, there is no other version.