I wish your eyes stay quite clear
for my eyes
are clouded by the fumes of tears,
that I perhaps do not know why.

I wish your small fingers stay quite chubby
because my fingers are
spines, to the small trembles that
shake me awake at night.

I wish your freckles stay scattered on your cheeks
since your freckles describe you,
and each freckle is a different freckle,
not all is the same.

I wish you’d stay the same,
pure, and unknown to the soot on the windowsill.
Hidden to the echoes of terror,
Unfulfilled promises,
and the ringing sound of
utter emptiness.