My Wish Poem by Ashlyn Brena

Sometimes I hear your soft sweet voice through the whistling trees_
and remember those days where we used to spend my school fees.
I remember every game we played and how perfect we paired
It's been long.

Now you're gone and far
I stare through the window every night, fold my hand, wish on every falling star,
'Let her be mine again, let her be mine again' as I unfold my hand, kiss my palm and blow to air.
I wish you were here, I still care.

I miss those days we used to cuddle under my sheets,
I still smell your scent on them.
I still hear you echo when my heart beats
I was left broken but, I've become numb to pain,
I just wish you could be mine again.