Wistful Wish

My eyes betray me, they linger still,  

On a silent screen, against my will.  

A single ping, your name in sight,  

Could turn my shadows into light.  

Each time a message lights my screen,  

I hope it’s you, my hidden dream.  

But when it’s not, disappointment looms,  

Filling my heart with quiet gloom.  

Yet when that pop-up says your name,  

An instant smile ignites the flame.  

The world feels brighter, the air turns sweet,  

In that brief moment, my soul’s complete.  

I wait, restless, for words to appear,  

Hoping you’d say, “I miss you, my dear.”  

But silence lingers, a hollow ache,  

A dream deferred with each breath I take.  

I crave your thoughts, the smallest share,  

A glimpse of your world, to know you care.  

Not just a “how was your day?” routine,  

But a flood of words, rich and serene.  

I’d treasure a line, “I thought of you,”  

Or a fleeting note, tender and true.  

But instead, I count the hours, the days,  

Lost in the longing, adrift in the haze.  

Each moment apart feels endless and slow,  

An echoing wish you’d let your heart show.  

Until then, I’ll wait, with hope in my chest,  

For the message that whispers, “With you, I’m my best.”