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All This Wishing And Still Nothing

I threw all my coins into the fountain

Wished upon a star

I blew off the fluff from that dandelion

Just so you'd come back as you were.



I searched long and hard for a clover

I got on my knees and prayed

I even broke a wishone

So that you'd come home today.



I closed my eyes tightly

Hoping you'd come up in a poof

But there you weren't as I sat there waiting

You're gone forever

I hate the freakin truth.




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©11 April 2005 - 6:00pm — stephanietagle
26 April 2005 - 5:36pm — April Loebick (not verified)
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Beautifully sad poem. My husband is going to Iraq in November. I keep hoping and wishing for his safe return.

11 April 2005 - 8:32pm — Dino Nuhija (not verified)
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Truth is painful, time is the medicine, all scars heal. I like this piece.