If This Version Isn’t Ours, I Still Love You Anyway

Dear You,

If this isn’t our timeline—

If the math just doesn’t add up here—

I’ll still love you from this one.

I’ll send letters between realities.
I’ll bleed poems into the fabric of dreams.

Maybe someday you’ll feel one flutter across your ribs
and not know why you cry.

That’s me.

Still loving you.
Even if we never meet again.

—Castor