mellifluous | poetry

wishes; twenty

there are many things i wish we were.

i wish that i could hold your hand when i wanted to,
or peck your cheek when i felt like it.

but things like these aren't meant to be.

i have lived many years,
and i do not wish on my birthday cake, on shooting stars, on wishbones, on ladybugs, or on an 11:11,
so that i could save them up for a big wish.

but now i realize,
this wish is too big for even the moon to grant me.