Wishing Praying Hoping Poem by AshUHlee DurrENDuh

Slowly walking through the damp grass, eyeing an area with wooden tables with benches, over a timbered roof. He called the Tobacco Shack.
Stepping closer with each converse toward, she ran her fingers upon the wooden table turning around to face a vacant open space of grass. Memory flashed through her mind, as she pulled out a hacky-sack from her book bag.
Matthew and her used to always hack in that area. Squishing the hacky sack in between her palms.
Dropping it down upon the table an picking it back up, repeating the action as her eyes were lost in a trance of each day she spent with him.
Wishing, praying, hoping those days would never fade away, allowing herself to pick up the cover of memories sliding, reading through the memories when she needed them. She promised her own self, that they all need to stay. She needs Matthew.
Hours went by, bringing her own state of mind back into present, the reality.. She stopped dropping the hacky-sack and slid it back into the pouch of her book bag. Eyeing her front view, everything was black. Glancing up, she knew by the color it was already entirely too late.
Walking herself to the path, she walked herself past the basketball court meeting her destination heading right.
Crossing the street, she walked herself passing the golf course on her left turning left onto her street.
Beaming lights of vehicles lit up her face as she continued walking upright of her street.
Crossing one of the side streets Park Manor, she eyed 5 houses down and she would be home.
Eyeing past her house, a memory creeped itself into her mind. Remembering Matt walking to her house to meet up with her past midnight just to talk among each other.
Hanging her head low, she veered herself to the right walking a little faster up her drive way.
Clutching the railing of her front porch, she let out a sigh taking each step of the stairs in time. She wanted to go faster, but her right knee was still unstable.
Reaching her door, she started to turn the knob and turned her head up. Noticing there was only one star that very night.
Eyeing the star, it began to sparkle. This star was blinking and at that moment.
Matthews smile painted itself a canvas in her head and she smiled.