Life’s Wishing Cycles

I learnt to let go of my wishes a long time ago.

Last time I wished was for ghost to be real,

it was when my dad passed.

I wished ghost were real, I wished he’d come visit sometime, I wished I’d dream about his chuckle, his smell, his dilapidated walk.

That never came true.

And I learnt not to wish.

Now, the longest afternoon of my life, mum’s in icu and time is infinite.

I wish again, and again, and again. I wish for life.

At this point, I’ve realised,

the only wish you get is the willpower to wish through life.

I wish I always wish life through.