Isabelle
another time, in
another universe
when you were supposed to be born
but then you weren't
when I was overwhelmed you were here
and then you weren't
my words won't breed whispers
your name won't bear notes and
while the medic carried clean machines
my body kept on breathing
a dead tiger
maybe it is not about another time
maybe it is just not meant to be
and past the sound of rain, it sounds
another universe.
Copyright © Kate Copeland | Year Posted 2021
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