This is the wishlist
I never wrote,
You never saw:
my crystalline complacency
restored
my frosted permanence
thawed.
You never smiled
and made me smile.
You never came
and stayed with me a while.
I wished for nothing
and have so much more.
You’ve asked for nothing.
This is the wishlist
I never wrote,
You never saw:
the hope of my faith
healed.
Within the ink unwritten
on the paper,
an unheard prayer
revealed.
