Universes

Today we spoke

of parallel universes.

She said she could step into it

with a turn of a door knob

and disappear for hours.

I could see her room

to the last detail,

the window letting in

the fading light of the evening sun,

her paintings glistening on the walls,

even the shape of

the magnets on her fridge.

"I have my bag ready,"

she said excitedly

"even in my sleep."

I could sense the taste of sweet revenge.

I don’t find it strange,

that a person

can be completely

happy

in another

world

which revolves

to one’s wishes;

where every brush stroke

could paint the skies to your hues

(flashing green, neon yellow, aquamarine blue)

and every breath see life renew.

It took me to our own

where life was as calm as the sea…

Conversations, roaring laughter,

music, books, ideas, clashing perspectives

swayed to the tunes of

sea breeze and rain.

I still remember

the day

it all came crashing down

as if in a landslide

leaving us broken and apart

into two hemispheres of a

divided world.

There are times when I pack my bags too.