"do you believe
that wishes come true?"
she shakes her head.
"ridiculous."
there is spite in her words
as if she resents everything
that has to do anything
with wishes.
and i ask her,
"do you trust me?"
there is silence
and the silence is an answer in itself.
at 11:11,
i ask her to make a wish.
she closes her eyes
she opens them
there is vulnerability, there is fear
and she tries to hide them
when she finds me gazing at her
"you,"
she tells me,
"i wished for you."
and she smiles when she tells me that.
and i smile back,
"i was always here, i have always been."
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whoever loves the sun
Poesía"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
