Wishes

Something about somethings that we want it so much.
The lives we lead, the things we do,
are measured against the fantasy that it would someday be true.
Little do we realize that things are not given for a reason.
The reason is clear to me now.
I have something that I have wanted for two years.
But it is nothing more
than another tiresome experience.
Our fantasies are only so good as they remain

a fantasy.

I have experienced one fantasy
but here I am alone reflecting on the loneliness of being alone
alone, in a sea of people
but still... alone.

counting

minutes

moments

til the day we meet again.


The day when I can hold her in my arms
hug her and kiss her

I promise to make up for each and everyday that we are not together
for every kiss that we did not share
but til then

the scent of her hair
the softness of her touch
and the warmth of her skin

I will savor but in memories

of the times we were together
and the forever that we will have.

'til we meet again my love...
I will remember.

And a greater wish comes forth
the return

and the end

of the fantasy.