My Thoughts In Poetry

Wish

When you wish upon a star...

The words from a song we've all heard as a child, Disney's Pinocchio is where it's known best.

Well, now here I am. 20 years old and outside, waiting for a shooting star.

Why?

Because my heart desires for something, someone.

I lay down in the grass, uncaring of the amount of critters crawling, the moisture and possible stains that could be left on my white shirt and light blue jeans. I look up at the sky, taking my glasses off, looking at the blurry lights we call stars. My breathing is even, although my heart says otherwise, beating rapidly and unevenly. My eyes cloud over with tears, my thoughts getting to me, my wish.

I close my eyes to release the tears, they stream down my hot cheeks, making their way to my hair instead of my lips. When my eyes open, my eyelashes are dampened in tears. My breathing remains even, my heart continues to beat rapidly. I place my glasses in the grass beside me, not planning to put them back on any time soon. The stars twinkle brightly, blurily to my eyes.

My mind thinks of only my wish, my lips and tongue work together to whisper it, to whisper the name of the person I wish for. The name slides off my tongue, from the back of my throat, to my tongue, finally reaching my lips and coming out as a whisper.

My eyes look for a star, one that will shoot across the sky. The child in me is smiling, nodding, and approving. She always wanted to wish upon a star, finally I'm granting her that. I just hoped it'd be under different circumstances.

A flicker of light shoots across the blackened sky, a shooting star. I whisper my wish, my eyes closed, my hands clamped, almost seeming in prayer.

"Give him back to me," I whisper, ending with his name and the words I always said to him, said as though it was habitual. "I love you."

With the words I wanted said being said, I wipe my tears and stand up, bending down and grabbing my glasses with shaky hands, placing them on my face. I walk slowly, gingerly, to the door of my home as I do every night, just like I'm doing tonight.

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I hope you enjoyed it. I'm hoping that you were able to visualize the scenario, that's what I was going for.

I'm sure I'll have someone asking why I wrote this, and to tell you honestly, it's for someone. I'll never tell who, but just know that they are someone in my past that I deeply care about, someone I love dearly, maybe he loves me too, maybe not. Either way, I'll still be the girl wishing upon a star for him to return to me.

Rosa Vazquez.