WISHFUL THINKING

Step into her life,
Out of childhood memories.
Take her hand.
Pull her up their climbing tree
Onto the rooftop, and
Hold her, like you used to
When she couldn't open her eyes.
Afraid of seeing,
Not wanting to hear.
Wipe away her tears, and
Promise her--
A star to hold.
Something for her to lock
Her secrets in, other than
Her heart.
Point towards the never ending desert.
The only place where they could be
Alone but not lonely.
Tell her goodnight,
One last time,
Weaving your whispered love
Around and through her.