Sometime Else,
There are no questions.
I cut ties and made a leap and discovered whatever was there to find.
Maybe nothing, just an awkward sidestep in what I thought was a dance,
Or a flawless ballet taking place beyond my imagining.

Somewhere Else,
We are walking.
In whatever universe there is that I can reach out for your hand,
Regardless of whether it would be there or not,
Matter and Anti-Matter shadowing each other's footsteps.

In some Universe Else,
If theories are to be believed,
Other me's are with other you's,
Other you's are with still other others,
Until in the great expanse of the possible,
Everyone has loved everyone else,
And I am not left wondering,
All having been answered,
To the ultimate satisfaction of all.