Amaneet Dhaliwal

Wunsch

I never met you
I wonder
Would things change
Hearing stories
Makes my mouth go from ear to ear
Yet causes my lips to shrivel
I wish I met you
I desired when I was a little school girl
You would escort me to the park
Hand in hand
With the wind blowing
And birds tweeting
On a perfect spring day
But sadly, that can never happen
In my life, you are a beautiful dream
Your memory is a keepsake from
Which I’ll never part