A letter

Somewhere, in a different timeline,
I stayed.
I know who he is, right now,
I made
Peace with hurt that he caused,
And I
Made up for the hurt that I caused,
Our lives
Took off toward the music and fun
We had,
We grew, and when we look back,
We laugh
At how immature we were,
We take
Each others hands and decide
To make
A vow to never be like that
Again,
We grow old, but we stay friends,

The end.

I wish I could speak to that me
Right now,
Not to ask her about him
Or how
The kids are, or even discuss
The past,
I just want to hear
Her laugh.