Wishful Thinking

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I'm sitting

on the porch swing,

thinking of how

Jackson and I

used to

sit and swing together.

The stars are duller

than an old pocketknife.

They used to sparkle

like five-carat diamonds.

I wonder,

is heaven

up in the stars?

Beyond the stars?

Can Jackson see them

like I see them?

Is he wishing

like I'm wishing?

"Star light, star bright," He said the first time

we sat here together.

"Make my wish come true tonight," I said.

"That's not how it goes."

"Why drag it out?" I asked.

He laughed. "So, what's your wish?"

"That time would stop,

so we could stay like this forever."

"Tough wish," He said.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Let's see.

I'm hungry.

How about a cheeseburger?"

"How romantic," I told him.

"Change your wish to a chocolate shake and we're set."

We went to In-N-Out Burger after that.

He got his wish.

I didn't get mine.

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