She pretended, what if would be like if the war hadn’t happened.
What would she be doing? Would it be the most
Incredible thing that reality
Could think of? Or something horrible. Could it be something
Which I have always taken for granted?
Something I need or want? Or could it be
The most remote fantasy.
Looking up I made a wonderful game,
Of creating these ideas of “what ifs”
Using these ideas, no present existed.
Just my idea of something else happening.
Details upon details, playing with the fragment of my dreams.
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