ONE WISH

​​Like I did when I was a kid, I can feel your beautiful energy alive and counting the candles of my passing years with me.

I like to remember the rooms surrounding darkness and counting your candles with you.

Disbelief that one so close could live so long
Disbelief that one so knowledgeable could find value in me
Disbelief that we would ever part

We didn;t have much, so you whispered, "You can have my wish" and invite me to blow out your candles.

I did wish... I did wish as hard and as full as a wish can be wished that never, ever would another second pass,

That never would this very instant of my time and your time suffer the slow and torturous sweeping of the hands on the clock in the corner.

It passed, it swept, and took with it the hope that my wishes mattered. It proved that my wishes weren't real, and that nothing would ever stop the unfolding of a future meant for nightmares.

Reading aloud your eulogy still echoes to me, like a final hug on a front step and an unraveling of a soul at the bottom of your driveway. Like the drudging rhythm of a heart beating on without purpose.

I'm still counting these candles, I can still feel your energy alive, and as you surrendered all of your wishes, so to can you have mine.

I miss you Mom

"Burke"