Wishes.

Wish I didn’t care. Wish I didn’t have the capacity to miss. Wish I didn’t fall. Wish you weren’t so far away – both physically and emotionally. Wish we aren’t so different. Wish I didn’t like how we are so different. Wish I could read you. Wish I could misread you. Wish I could turn my heel. Wish you’d turn yours – towards mine. Wish I didn’t feel. Wish you didn’t make me feel – and so viscerally so. Wish I didn’t have the incredible ability to endlessly hope.

Wish I could stay because it hurts to leave.

Wish I could leave because it hurts to stay.

Wish I didn’t matter to you.

Wish you didn’t matter to me.

I.

I need to be patient. I need to have faith and trust the Universe to take care of me, and what is beyond my control.

I need to let go.

Breathe.