Imagine

Imagine a story
that hesitates on the tip of the tongue
reluctant to be told.
You can see it sometimes,
when the light is just right
in an oft repeated joke
and an awkward laugh.
Suddenly then the sun moves,
ever so slightly,
and it slips into the shadow
of something concrete and defined.
And you wonder, if it was real,
even if for a moment, or a trick
that the light played with your mind.

There must be a parallel universe somewhere,
where imagined stories play out.
In that universe, you and I have a trajectory.
It begins that precise moment when the light was just right
Like a dazzling star that is burning fast,
it blazes through the ifs and buts of life
and perishes at the very moment the sun moved ever so slightly.

In another universe.
another time.
Imagine.
Imagine that.