Here is a wish that might have said, how I ache to see your face
It lies with upturned eyes upon a hardwood floor
If it would only speak, in my heart’s place
Merely a wish, it would be, no more

I hear your name spoken from the poems I do not write
Like drops of water that endlessly flow
From the thoughts that this wish needs to recite
If my heart would only, let it do so

If I could build a bridge from this floor to my anxious heart
This wishes thoughts could then carry with worth
Instead of forming puddles a world apart
They would become a splash of truth
My heart would have, to unearth