Wishful Thinking Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

Mindless dreaming, that's what

The chain is on your door

And I don't understand that

Pacing back and forth in front of your closed door

Will gain me nothing



Wishful thinking

Mindless dreaming

Irrational heart

The chain is on your door

You don't care to look through to get a glimpse of me

Knocking only earns me silence louder than words could say



Running back in time will mean a worse case of oblivion

I would never want to go back to a time when there's no you

The beat of a heart with no rhythm

Wading through life with no destination

I stand immobile, hoping you will turn back