03 February 2009

#12

Elizabeth
I wish
I wasn't so alone.
I wish
he'd come back.
I wish
things were the way they used to be.
I wish
that Thunderbird would just disappear and leave my husband.
I wish
it was high school
or before the war
or any time but now.
But wishes aren't worth anything,
not even the horses or tears that they turn into.

(wish)

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