wishful thinking

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