Wishes

If I could I would go back.

Back to every wish I've ever made.

Back to the moment before I blew out the flames of the candles.

Back to every shooting star.

I would use those moments to wish for you back.

I would go back and beg the stars to let me keep you.

Of course I know that wishes are superstition.

That they are nothing more than a hope-filled question sent out to the depths of nowhere.

But my god, if there was even the slightest chance that these wishes could bring you back,

I would stay up every night and shout my love for you to the first star I see.

I would collect rusty pennies from the sidewalks of our past.

I would track the night sky's every movement as not to miss the new moon.

I'd spend all of my money on wishing fountains.

I would sell my soul to the man or woman in the sky that controls my destiny.

If I had even the slightest chance at being yours again,

I would grow gardens filled with flowers to pick petals off of.

I would follow every silly superstition that's ever been heard of.

I'd spend every waking moment finding new ways to wish you back.

I've never seen a wish come true.

But I'd be willing to believe in fairytales just to be closer to you

Just to be comforted by the thought of being yours again.