• My Secondary Wish

    by  • July 9, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Breaking Up, Waxing Poetic • 1 Comment

    I would
    prefer I didn’t dream.
    Impossible scenarios
    where you come back to me.

    The first;
    you flew with me to Spain
    and we held hands and watched
    the rolling sapphire waves.

    And I
    reached out and touched your face,
    so perfect in its detail
    you took my breath away.

    And now,
    I have just awoken
    from dreaming that you kissed me
    and mended what was broken.

    I think I’ll stay awake
    so I can’t be reminded
    just how much my heart aches.

    One Response to My Secondary Wish

    1. K
      July 9, 2011 at 6:32 pm

      I feel you. Sometimes I hate the night.

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