many-worlds

There's
there isn't, there is
not

A thing you could say.

To rescue the world, on the brink
of an alternate-universe cusp
in the moment that us
stood a-wavering thus,
we could never have gone
down that easy fork. It

was unworthy of us. It
was not there for what
we knew we could be. It
was unworthy.

Just as we are,
now.
Unworthy, by virtue
of what has never transpired -
if it doesn't come true, then it couldn't.

But how?
It is only
the truth of what we both knew
that stands here today, to accuse us liars.

And that, we allow.