A Wish

|Ah, the Wishful Wish|

To the home I never had,
To the people I never met,
To the places I have never been,
To the feelings I never felt,
To the thoughts I never pondered.

I feel a piece of my heart is stuck with you.
For when it is you, my thoughts always go askew.

I wonder, wonder how well would it be,
If I had experienced all of you. But then, there are times where I ponder how would it even affect me.

Which is a clear irony.
For you're an inevitable, inevitable part of my journey.

You know, it indeed is you who made me realize that, that I am nothing but my thoughts and actions.
Which is why I always vie, vie for cautions.

For, it is never about me or you. It is about us.
Us. Always and always us. And the things we create, oh, the fuss.

Oh, and you know, I do wander off to some distant land,
Where you're real and there you're, truly tall you stand.

But it is there. Only there, where we exist. Exist together, in harmony.
Because when I try, try badly to bring you back to my world, sadly, you become a star-struck wannabe.

Only then I realize you can never be there, there where I exist,
For you're only my memories mist.

In the end, I accept you're only someone I can't seem to achieve,
For you, who always is within me, is also someone who always manage to slip out of my sleeve.

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I love the piece I wrote and mind you, it doesn't usually happen. (I feel every writer's own highest critic is themselves). Please let me know about your thoughts on this piece. Thank you.    

Until next time, Keep Smiling and Take Care :)

Love,
~Diya🍃