Wishing doesn’t make it so

I stand there against the wind, hair flying, chilling my bones, making the world around me cold and icy blue.

I remember another time, a warm sunny day, waves tickling my sandy feet, all happiness expected to last, that dreamlike state I was in when I loved you and you loved me. We ran along, hand in hand, smiling, laughing, you threatening to dunk me in the surf.

Now I wonder where you are, where I am, for the warmth disappeared, the sun hides, and the sand cold and unyielding. I still stand here from time to time, wishing. Perhaps if I stand here long enough, things will change and I will see you running towards me with the sun streaming on your back, sand flying behind your steps. I wish it.



One thought on “Wishing doesn’t make it so

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.