Of A Multiverse of Possibility

Walking alone in the hot summer rain is an unsung melody
Wet hair and brow and unrelinquished flame
She dances ahead of me unrestrained
Where tall weeds thrive at the uneven asphalt
and cracks in the concrete, like passersby
I see myself there with her walking in stride
Perhaps in another dimension, or in another life
Reflection whispering to me as I stroll by:
Of a multiverse of possibility,
that possibly, I've passed unkind