I wish on a star.
Are you reaching for that same star?

If so, I'll back down.
I'll let you have it.
I'll stay on earth.
You can have the moon.

But it is hard to sit idly by,
Watching you run off
With the man on the moon.
Making your wish known,
While I must stay silent.

Maybe I'll reach for the sun.

But is that the extent of my affection for

warning!!: odd metaphorical rant-ish poem up ahead!!

don't you just hate getting sick?
it just hits you.
               WHAM.
just like that. when
just a few days
               ago you felt

fine.

on comes the misery.
            pain.
                     soreness.
fatigue.                                      congestion.
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