if i had three wishes, i would spend them all in a heartbeat
wishing for three more hours in a day to spend with you
you wake up when the sky is falling outside my window
and you’re asleep by the time i’m rubbing my eyes open,
remembering what you looked like in my dream
wishing you a couple thousand miles closer so i could hold you
somehow i still feel the absence of your touch,
i wonder how i could feel the loss,
of something that was never my own.
wishing i knew what your breath tasted like on my lips
the smell of my own perfume reminding me of you
partly because i feel you in every aspect of myself,
and partly because i don’t quite know what yours smells like
wishing for more wishes.
but wishful thinking never got anyone anywhere anyway