Sinful Wishing

Perched on the parapet, leaning against the wall

She sat so oblivious, letting the great drops fall.

The rain shimmered thick…a curtain of pearls

The wisps of her agonized soul seething in swirls.

The random gusts of wind piercing her through

Drifting her to the inner vaults where memories brew.

And so she sat strolling down the memory lane

Sinful wishes rising again, peace beginning to wane.

It was a journey of as much joy as of longing

His absence hurt, for him she felt herself pining.

Wishing she could, once again, really see him smile

Wishing for him to tease her again, laughing all the while.

Silently observing the world, she wished him by her side

His sturdy hand on her shoulder, mouth grinning wide.

Alone in the crowd, somehow hoping he’d land

Right there, right then, and hold her hand.

She wished she could just make him sit

And wordlessly admire, as long as time bid.

“Come back, please, oh please come back”.

Praying thus mutely, but afraid to say it aloud

Knowing that he trusted her to wait, as he cleared the cloud.

And she felt so sinful, knowing she was being selfish

How could she ask him for something that he couldn’t furnish.

It surprised her greatly, how two tiny words “come back”

Made her flinch, perhaps of her own will a lack.

So torn by the two words, again letting the great drops fall

Wishing she could say, and knowing she should not.

Until later, Cuidate!

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