rusted wishes
I threw a coin in the fountain,
as I did when I was young,
this time was different;
no candy, unicorns, or new toys
this time,
I held the coin to my lips
and whispered your name,
knowing it was pointless,
but my eight year old sister
waited for me to throw my penny in.
I watched it sink into the water,
you were my stars, my moon, my sky,
and now,
my wish in the fountain
e.s.
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