i wish i wish i wish

i wish i was going home to a cozy, old apartment on frankdale avenue. i wish i was making yummy dinner and waiting to hear your footsteps on the stairs, your key in the lock. i wish i was sitting in front of the tv with you, laughing at america's next top model. i wish i was at our computer, typing a-mile-a-minute, wearing your shorts, and i wish i could look over and see you in the connecting living room, drinking a beer, doing whatever it is you happen to be doing that night. i wish i could go lie down in our bog, cozy bed and call out for you to tuck me in. i wish i could feel your lips on my forehead; i wish i could hear you whispering goodnight. i wish i could see you smile when i call out, "close the light!" (since when can you "close" a light?) i wish i could feel you climbing over me into bed a few hours later, smelling like yourself. i wish i could turn over and nestle myself into your body. i wish i could feel your breath on the back of my neck. i wish i could wake up in the morning with a clear, content mind, and kiss you and tell you good bye, and hear you call out, "have a good day, be careful..." i wish i could see your face in the window, mouthing goodbye to me, half a block away... if i wish hard enough, maybe...