Living in the Alternate Ending

Lately my fingers have been missing something
that has never been there-
an odd sensations of feeling like a band should be holding them
but instead empty space rings round,
the same way that there is suddenly unfilled room
when I notice another woman of my age
settling her children in to the pew beside her.

It’s the sense that I have forgotten
to bring something with me,
or that I have stepped into some alternate universe
where I made a wrong decision years back that changed my life,
now a shell of what if could have been,
the real life somewhere else
and running on without me.

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