What Was Left
in
Another Dimension
It wasn’t this world that felt unfamiliar.
It was himself.
So he ran.
Not to arrive,
but to close the distance between who he was
and the version of him that slipped into another dimension
without saying goodbye.
Somewhere between movement and disappearance,
he believed he could still find it
the missing piece,
the unfinished breath,
the part of him that still remembered how to feel whole.