The Wish

I still remember that day

When I saw her through the class window

She was walking with friends on the school veranda,

When her giggly bubbly smile lit up my day.

Her scarf, soft and playful,

Danced in the gentle breeze

Just like the way my heart fluttered at your glance.

Where first love felt both wild and gentle.

Now, those school days float like

Old VHS Tapes played on a VCR,

Each reel of memory

Of shy hopes and fear of talking to her

I used to talk to her a lot in my dreams day and night.

The simple magic of youth,

Etched forever in the heart

Of my past, present and future.