WISH

I wish you would just show up on my doorstep.
Not with anything special, just you.

And when I’d open the door you’d smile and while I’m trying to figure out
what the hell you’re doing here
you’d tell me how hard the past months have been,

how much you’ve thought about me,
how much you regretted everything.
And then you’d take me into your arms and ask me to forgive you
and I would without hesitation.

Then you’d grab my face and kiss me the way you used to and everything would be perfect again.