When Wishful Thinking...I wished for you.When Wishful Thinking... by Stopsel
Softly, the floor rose up when I spoke your name
and I wondered briefly how the dimly-lit room
would hold you.
A shiver and a whisper prick the dripping walls
at the out-of-sight corners of my mind where
the dreams come to me in tides and carry away
my ferocity into the night.
I'm fading in and mostly out, turning the tunes
of a fully-restored record with the broken skip-
pings of a tattered receiver.
I wished for you, and in return, all I got to feel
was empty like the hallways hollowly echoing:
some of us aren't meant to have written