I wish
I wish for something more
I call to it
I sing to it
I hold it tight at night when it’s scared
I dream a dream for it to meld into all it yearns for
When it is sick and unfit for the world I look into it’s eyes and say it’s beautiful
I lift up its chin it keeps burned underground and I wonder why it never looks back beyond reflection
I know it isn’t right and I know it is ending before it’s started
I know the dreams I dreamt for it were of grandeur and I tried to force reality there
It was failing and crumbling but I picked up stray pieces that kept chipping away with each step
You can’t keep up with that
Who would subject themselves to that
You can sing to it at night, whisper in its ear as it drifts in your arms
It’s fine with taking but how dare it give
Those on empty look for full hands not yet taken
And will clean up your mess, licking off fingertips
You’ll have to clean yourself off later
And start over when the sun rises
And call to it once more
This time you will bring water for a parched tongue
But it’ll never drink from your palm where it lay frozen last night