Another Life

A reflection on the roads not taken — and the quiet beauty of the life we chose instead.

After reading Maybe in Another Life by Taylor Jenkins Reid, I found myself imagining what that “other life” might look like: another country, another love, another version of me entirely. Another Life is a poem about possibility, longing, and the quiet contentment that settles in when we realize we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

ANOTHER LIFE

There’s a road she once ignored —
now she walks it in another life.
In high heels on cobblestones,
she moves with purpose.

A glass of white wine in the Piazza della Signoria,
him occupying the space across from her —
curly black hair,
piercing blue eyes,
a devilish smile resting on his lips.

You’re not there,
and she doesn’t even exist.

In this world of refinement,
of having it all,
would she feel a small ache somewhere deep inside
as she went about her busy days?

Working — living in another country,
waking up in an apartment in Tuscany,
phone calls in cafés,
evening strolls along the Arno River,
weekend trips to museums, exploring other cities —

would she know something was absent,
lost to another life?

And yet — the same moonlight spills through my kitchen window.
He’s asleep in our bed,
and she is in hers,
a bunny tucked under her arm.