Feb 4
The Wish I Wait For
Today it struck me,
soft but heavy
on everyone’s birthday,
a sister’s words bloom like poetry.
On mine, the page stays quiet,
and I read the silence again.
Many wishes arrive,
smiles wrapped in messages,
laughter dressed as celebration.
Still, one corner of my heart
keeps looking for you,
for a line only a sister can write.
Because your wish isn’t a sentence,
it’s childhood folded into words,
shared secrets, silent protection,
a love that doesn’t need noise.
If you were there even once
the emptiness would finally rest.
Maybe your love lives unspoken,
hidden where captions can’t reach.
But today, my heart waits gently,
believing that someday
your words will find me,
and the poem will feel complete.
feb 4,2026
