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A Wish For Them
A crowd of eager faces, closed tight around
a cake, dotted with spindly candles of artificial colors
that drip hot wax onto the immaculate white frosting
The yellow flames flicker in unison
and with a single breath the wish is propelled through the air.
A wish that they would stay.
A crumpled, wet tissue
along with my crumpled, wet heart,
held limply in my hand
A long dark eyelash appears on my fingertip
as I drag the tears from my eyes,
and I blow it off into oblivion.
A wish that things would be different.
His long fingers
adjusting the clasp of the chain around my neck
so it hangs behind my head.
And him saying to me,
"You can wish on that, you know."
A wish that things would stay the same.
Lying on a bed of overgrown grass and overgrown hope
I pluck a wilted dandelion from its place
and twirl it between my fingers, smiling faintly,
and expel a breath upon the tiny, fluttering seeds
and they swirl around me like a cocoon
A wish that we would meet.
Spread out across the stubble of her rooftop
Gazing at the clear night sky
Amidst our talking, laughing, singing
A star falls from space to join us.
A wish for more beautiful things.
The same crowd of faces; though some older, some new
closed tight around a cake that is dotted with candles
of more subdued colors
yet still drip wax onto the frosting.
The flames flicker and fizzle out
as I blow a puff of air upon them,
and I watch as all my wishes for them
dance around the kitchen