I wish I had the hands
of a healer.
I wish that I could touch you
and make you well.
That I could,
with grace and will and love,
shrivel tumors
and drive distemper from you.
I wish
that my kiss
were narcotic
and sedative,
enough to take away your pain
and give you rest.
I wish that all your life
could be given back to you,
like gifts
you have always deserved.
I wish that my embrace
aas all it took
to make this place,
a paradise
and not these painted walls
that have stood
to watch tears fall
and light fade.
I wish that I could tell you,
but you’re gone.
I didn’t have the courage
like you did.
You walked into the world
beyond wishes
and we were left
watching your exit.
I think sometimes
that wishes aren’t so strong,
but that doesn’t mean
we’ll ever stop.
HG – 2016
