I can see you now staring out the window of your high rise, gripping tightly to your morning coffee. Almost frozen in time as your mind plays back memories like an old projector. I'm sure somewhere in that mess of years there's something that still sticks. Like outlining constellations and making the same wish on every star. I always wished that if you fell I'd have a net big enough to capture you. I was only able to admire your essence for a brief amount of time but you are fused into all of me. I hope that I was at least able to leave a small lasting mark on your heart. I'm hopeful that, that the one wish, I repeatedly make will someday come true.