I pray on my knees under the star-lit sky
that by some cosmic implosion and planetary alignment, all your problems go away.
As fast as honey dissolves in water or sunsets on a Friday evening;
with every whim, I ask for you to always get the last slice of cheesecake,
Eight plus hours of sleep even on a weekday,
Your favourite song on the radio on a bad morning,
Tied shoelaces when you run,
A table at lunch with friends and laughter,
Window seats with the best view on every flight you take,
That you get to wear your mother’s wedding dress and walk the aisle,
And everyone around you goes the extra mile.
I may not be in your life tomorrow, but I’ll always think of you while solving the crossword on the last page of the paper,
While applying nail polish of your favourite colour,
When someone says “bless you” when I sneeze,
When Jupiter graces the sky and the North Star leads the way,
When I get my lip gloss to share,
Or fall in love with a song, an ice cream flavour, a show, a pin on Pinterest,
When I don’t have someone to zip the back of my dress,
As I watch the last scene of La La Land,
And drag my feet on the beach’s white sand.
All I can do is hope that you are never stuck in limbo,
That you never cry yourself to sleep in the fear,
or let go of an opportunity you worked so hard for,
For your body to never give up on you, or you on your dream,
That you don’t blame and guilt yourself for no fault of your own,
That you never feel alone and break down on the bathroom floor,
And that all the petals on your flower don’t fall off before you bloom into your best version,
because it is happening ; in real time.
