Star light
Star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish
I wish tonight
I wish for her words
To fill my life again
Read the song of her heart
As it takes flight on ink wings
I wish she’d tell me
How she’s doing
Why she has my amygdala
Wrapped 17 times around her pinky
I wish I could tell her
I ****** up
Turning back isn’t an option
Maybe her silence
Is her way of staying out of reach
Knowing I’ll only hurt her more
So scratch that wish
It would only be selfish
I wish only
Her to be happier
Then I made her
When all I did
Was leave the phone on speaker
Listening to her smile
As she told her little funnies
Filled to the brim with (pun)nies
It’s incredibly hard to forget the ones you truly love. You can’t even put a past-tense title to it. Sometimes I don’t want to. Sometimes I know I need to. Other times I wonder what they’re doing. How they’ve been? Then I get scared. Some questions I don’t want answered. Would I have only made it worse? Have I already?
