Sometimes,
a wish is not a dream.
It is a hope
that you will be seen
by the love
who haunts
the strange hallways
of your heart’s
maze like affection.
It is an M.C. Escher distortion
all upside down and sideways
or the middle part of a movie
with no reference to the presence
of any minutes before
and no end to come
cause it is paused before
the hero reaches the door
to save whoever
they were searching for.
Sometimes a dream
is not a wish
just an echo
of something
bittersweet
that you will miss.
Until, time takes
the potency of it
and replaces it with
pale nostalgia.
Sometimes,
I would exchange
all of this
for a moment
as brief as a kiss
just to hold you
and comfort both of us.