The conversation we almost had

He spoke to me.

Though his words missed the mark of my secret dreams, they tore open the veil to his heart and laid it bare before the witness of my eyes and in that moment I had him, though a small portion of his time, I had his mind.

Possibly not as he was but as I wanted him to be.
Is it just me or was he speaking the code of our alternate reality where love swallowed up the world between us?

The only regret, that I couldn’t stretch it over time or borrow from missed opportunities that now house wounded dreams and a marred reality.

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