Wish Come True

You shot across the sky and upon you I wished,

For you, Sowon, and your happiness.



You look to be

Three years small

our bond matrilineal.

Tender as you make your way

Close to me, in a crawl.



The soft tendrils of the carpet brush underneath us

Criss-cross applesauce.



The sun peers in from the window

Its gold pouring into your eyes, shaped like mine.

In you I see flickers of familiarity,

And so my love grows for you

Infinitely.



“My wish, is for your happiness, Sowon”

You look up at me, small and shining

Your eyes twinkling in starlight

Like the night I saw you first.



As I reach my hand towards your twilight hair

Its silkiness drips over my fingertips

And soaks my palm

in smells of lavender, and

Johnson & Johnson.



‘Gentle on the eyes’ read the bottle

But they must not have meant mine.

My vision of you becomes blurry with tears.



The gentle black of your hair

Smears across my sight.

Your face growing unfamiliar

Though the light in it I still see



I reach for you again but the feeling of you is gone

I see only fragments of you,

Then figments until

I fear you are lost,

Sent back to the vast, night sky



All is forgotten except for your face

And the fact that

I loved you with every ounce of my being

even though I knew I should not.

In fact I could not,

and I would not.



For your happiness,

For my wish to come true,

Fruition, you could not come to.