a granted wish I never celebrated
toasted bread on the table
and hot chocolate, sometimes with a waffle
sitting while watching cartoons on television
I can hardly recall all of these occasions
I was once a kid who played and joked around
spinning and throwing balls with friends at the playground
sometimes pretending to have superpowers and chasing each other
a remarkably swift childhood, an ache to remember
celebrating as the stars appear in the sky
excitedly saying, "I want to grow up," and sending it up high
the dumbest wish I have ever made
and now I'm all scarred and bruised, silently praying to just fade