Wishing Never Works

I trace the lines

That run up my legs

And arms

(Over my face)

The faint red imprint

Of the sheets

We lay in

 

My legs dangle

Over the side

Of the bed and I

Stare at my bright red

Toenails

 

Outside the window

Swallows dive in

The damp monsoon air.

With the window shut

I hear nothing.

Their cries are lost

Behind the glass.

 

I watch their tiny wings

As they caress the sky.

Then I look away

 

Because wishing

Never works

Reviews

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. yeah ... this is beautiful and so thought - provoking ... but maybe ... wishing leads to the work that we need to do ... to make a wish work ... maybe ? ...