// Lives.
In a place
where I am invisible to them
and they cannot see me.
They are infinite
and I am just one of the possibilities.
I am alive,
as are they
And whilst they live in that world
When a crossroad is met,
choosing to go left,
When I wanted to go only right.
And their right, when i left.
Or maybe they’re living in that world
When I ran to that train
And jumped on just on time.
Or if I had bent down just to tie my shoelace for that extra wasted second.
Will we meet again.
Or are are we just running.
Parallel to each other.
Blind to each other?