If only things were different.

In another life, it would be.

Maybe in an alternate universe, you and I wouldn't be this tragic story that we are now.

Maybe I wouldn't be staring up at your body, dangling from that wooden cross.

In another life, we'd be together.

Maybe I could wake up next to you every morning, peppering kisses all over your face.

Maybe I wouldn't be praying to a god I don't believe in, begging him to save you.

In another life, he'd listen.

Maybe he'd let you fall into my arms and heal you.

Maybe he'd reverse time so that this never happened.

If only things were different.