One Wish

I walked by with my
brokenfingerhands and I
saw you there
with her.
I saw the way your eyes
tracked her smile
and the way your whole self was alive,
loving her.
I love you

more than I love breathing,
so I walked on by
and I kept on walking
and I never let you
see my face.

I hope you never know me;

I hope you love her
and she loves you forever.
I hope you’re happy

where you are.

If I only got the one wish,
I’m glad I spent it all in one place.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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