There’s a life that I lived with you,
Inside of my heart, in mind imaginings…
It was perfect, our life together…
There’s a life I lived without you,
In this 3D world of time…
It was perfect, our life apart.
How can there be two of us?
In dreams one. In life another.
How can there be nothing left,
But two streams of life…
One beginning, and one ending…
In continuation, in heartbeat, loss and love?
How might I live both fully?
How might I let you go,
As well as find you?
How can magic be so magic,
Yet so painful and have created a hell,
That is separate of me,
But lives within me?
How is this what you chose,
For me?