Wishing Jar

So many wishes…
pretty ones,
shimmery ones,
sturdy ones,
vibrant ones,
dull ones,
lovey-dovey ones…
I had so many wishes
but they never left my lips
to reach you
because the space between us felt too great.
So many wishes that
I’d wished you’d fulfill,
I wished to fulfill,
I wish we would fulfill.
How silly of me,
to walk around with all these wishes…
But are they truly wishes if they were never once uttered to you?
So here goes another wish into my wishing jar…
Desire…that’s what a wish becomes when it isn’t uttered.
My wishing jar has become jar of desires.