Perhaps the better of us don’t have need for wishes
Yet between each beat of that wonderful heart thumping in your chest, you can feel it:
How long ‘til we’re no longer human? It’s already questionable at best.
The browning leaves rustle on the fall breeze
A puppy woofs within the placid street, ambling joyfully with an innocent grin
The right side of my lips curl before I can catch it
An icy chill creeps through my veins, resurrecting long-dead friends strewn about in the warm summer sun
A party I’d only just missed though the music’s still playing. And now it’s perpetual clean-up.
A puppy yaps within the indolent street, wandering pointlessly with an ignorant grin
The cold, wet rain batters her face without end
Vellus hairs bristling against the torrent of fat watery globs falling from nowhere
Looking back into the evening sky bespeckled with the beauty of innumerable stars,
She ponders how many more acts of kindness until she’s no longer colder on the inside.
Any number is fine if it breaks the delicate, scar-laden skin.
Clair de Lune’s sweet serenade fills the air though no one is playing
It’s what you feel like to me.
Not unlike that moment when the last bell of the school year rings and you catch the scent of summer on the air.
I could remember what it’s like to be unbroken for a moment if you came a little closer.