Her

Part 8

I wish, I wish, I wish.

I wish for you,

everyday.

I wish for the rain,

to wash me away.

I wish for love,

from you.

I wish to stave off the

goodbye, from you.

I wish, I wish, I wish.

I wish you could come home,

to me.

I wish to see you smile,

for me.

I wish for the words,

'I love you.'

I wish I could say,

I flew.

I wish for your care,

and for the floods to come.

I wish the sun could shine,

I just wish you were mine

to love.

I wish, I wish, I wish.

I stared down at the words in my notebook that I had I had just inked in, feeling their truth, and after hesitating a moment longer, I added twenty-eight more words.

But those days are gone,

they never came for me.

Say goodbye,

those days are gone,

I can't keep holding on.

No more wishes whispered

to empty air.

I closed my notebook, my pen marking the page, and looked back up at her, and saw everything I'd ever wished for in her face, her eyes. I sighed, and knew I'd never stop waiting, holding on. Wishing. Just then, as she walked by me, her hand gently brushed my shoulder, and I kept perfectly still. As soon as I knew she had passed, I reached my hand up to touch my shoulder where she had touched it. My face grew warm, and I was unable to keep the smile from my lips. Maybe waiting wasn't all that bad after all.