Parallel Universe

Running through my head
all the conversations that we never had:
all the unsaid news, the untold truths,
stifled by ifs and buts,
trifled by other priorities –
they keep looping themselves, but they are not true….

Or are they indeed true,
but just happen in a parallel universe?
Away from view,
in a place where they are allowed to occur,
where there is nothing to stifle or trifle them,
but where they can shine in all their
passionate and compassionate glory,
where they're allowed to be themselves
and take over?