I Want To Imagine Us Laughing Somewhere

I've been writing too much poetry,

words I often say to myself as I drift-

a lost membrane 

detaching

from the eye 

of reality.

If there is a whole cosmos of possibilities,

is it okay to beg in this one?

Can’t I

just hope

and wish

that my small 

very tiny

hope

reaches you

in another possibility?

Perhaps one where I can

wander without pain

and breathe clean air.

Where we never need to catch up

because goodbye is an unheard thing.