A strange longing.

There is a strange longing that strikes me deep inside sometimes.
A longing for people – family, friends, people who could have been.
To be more than I am, more than I’m doing or what I’ve done.
To see more than I’ve seen or ever been.
To be somewhere else.
Mistakes unmade, regrets undone.
To be a brilliant or famous or rich or gorgeous.
To be anything other than who I am.
Alternative possibilities and parallel roads; heartbreaks and heartaches.
Just for a while.