Parallel Universe

I like to dream, sweet child.

I like to believe

there's a parallel universe.

Somewhere, where we are together.

Where we are living

and laughing

and loving.

A place where the two of us

can bathe in goodness.

Where there are no bad memories

no hurt

no loss.

Only laughter

and love

and life.

Where the two of us are bonded

by the blood we share.

Where I see my features in you,

And the way you hold yourself

is like looking in the mirror.

A parallel universe

taking me away from the hurt

of this existence.

A parallel universe

I can believe in, sweet child.

by Grace Zinnia