I walk slowly
Through the wishes
That have fallen from my lips.
Docile dreams
That never found their way
To reality.
Sordid affairs blend
With adolescent fantasy
The pathways aren’t as clear.
You’re here, however
Wearing desire like a t-shirt
And laughing at some joke
Humor blends to stupor
As I try comprehend
My original request of the heavens.
I bend and stack
Wishes in piles of priority.
Hopefully the courier will arrive.
I will wait here
In the only empty corner
Praying I will touch more than your heart.
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