Wishes, Wants

Wish you would break the silence,
Thunder before the rain.
Strike me, burn me and expose me but leave the incandescence;
For I heard: love is pain.

Wish you were here,
You belong with me.
I want an end to this – Dear…
Do you not see?

© Heath Muchena, 2012

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