The Wishing Well

[irregularme]

I threw my lucky penny into the fountain to make a wish;
The same wish that skimmed the sky on a shooting star
And rode the wind across my birthday cake,
Breathing shadows on a joyous occasion.
It was the wish that was constantly flitting
in and out of my subconscious
like a hallucinated doughnut at fat camp.
My wish was not as noble
as the beauty queen’s plea for world peace,
Nor was it as selfless as the vain hope
That the Pitt’s will learn to keep track
Of exactly how many children they have.
It was instead the deepest desire
Of a selfish, undeserving, greedy old miser.
I wished and wished, with a starving thirst
For you
For all of you
For you back in my life.
I don’t believe in luck, and I don’t believe in wishes
But baby, you’re worth so much to me
That I did it…just in case.