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    Dandelion Wishes

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    n Wishes

      By Marissa Steidl

       

      Copyright 2014 by Marissa Steidl

       

       

      To a mother who always been there for me    and never gave    up on me.    To my brothers who never told me my dream was impossible. Your support means the world to me. For anyone that's supported and encouraged me, thank you.

      -Marissa

       

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      False Promises

      You promised me

      One day we                                     

      Would

      Run away

      Together.

                                           

      And I                                     

      Believed

      Every word

      You said.

                                           

      Because I

      Didn't know

      You were

      Sick.

                                           

      But you

      Did.

                                            

      You left

      Me behind

      With my                                     

      Demons.

                                           

      And a pocketful

      Of false

      Promises.                                     

       

      Broken

      I remember when

      You first told me

      Something was

      Wrong.

                                           

      It was 2 am

      And you called me

      Saying you

      Could just barely

      Breathe.                                     

                                           

      By then you knew

      You were

      Sick.

                                            

      You sounded

      Scared and

      Alone.

                                           

      So I got up

      And drove to

      Your apartment.

                                           

      I took you

      To the                                     

      Hospital.

                                           

      Never left your

      Side.

                                           

      Not when the doctor                                     

      Told you the                                     

      Lung cancer

      Was getting

      Worse.

                                           

      When he left

      You asked me

      If I was mad

      At you for not

      Telling me.

                                           

      I was furious

      But I shook my head

      And said                                     

      Never.

                                           

      Because you looked

      Like I did before you

      Found me.

                                           

      Broken.

       

      Shining Star

      You got worse

      As time

      Went on.

                                           

      Not even

      The chemo

      Helped.

                                           

      I remember                                      

      Crying while you

      Were asleep

      One night.

                                           

      Begging god

      Not to take

      You away                                     

      From me.

                                           

      Because you

      Will always

      Be the shining

      Star that                                     

      Pulled me

      Back from the

      Abyss.

                                           

      Drowning

      You were admitted

      To the hospital

      When you stopped

      Breathing one

      Night.

                                           

      I sat by your

      Bed every day

      Refusing to leave

      You.

                                           

      Each morning

      When I woke

      You watched me

      and said

      "You look terrible."

      Smiling but

      I could tell

      You were                                     

      Worried.

                                           

      When you finally

      Left me behind

      And traveled

      To the Heavens

      I begged                                     

      "Please stay!"

      But you were

      Already gone.

                                           

      At your funeral

      There were only

      Two people

      Me and the pastor

      No one knew

      You died.

                                           

      As they lowered you

      Into the ground

      My whole body

      Shook like                                     

      It was

      December.

                                           

      And when I

      Went back

      To your place

      I collapsed

      On your bed

      Sobbing and                                     

      I felt like

      I was finally

      Drowning.

       

      The Abyss

      When we first met


      I was ready

      To end it

      All.

                                           

      I was all

      Alone cast

      Out by a

      Father who

      Drank himself

      Into an early                                      

      Grave.

                                           

      Left by a

      Mother who

      Tried to pretend

      I didn't                                     

      Exist.

                                           

      Nobody would

      Have stopped

      Me.                                     

                                           

      Except for you.

                                           

      You grabbed my

      Arm and pulled

      Me back.

                                           

      Asked me what

      My name was

      While the rain roared                                      

      Down upon                                     

      Us.

                                           

      "Which one?"

      But you didn't

      Understand what

      I meant.

                                           

      "Do you have different names?"

      Yes all the different

      Ones my father

      Called me.

                                           

      When I nodded

      You just shook

      Your head

      "What do you call yourself?"

       

      Hopeless.

      "Joy."

      An emotion

      I can't

      Remember feeling

      Before.

                                           

      "Darcy."

      Said so softly

      I almost missed

      It.

                                           

      We left for

      Somewhere warm

      And I never went                                     

      Back to the                                     

      Abyss.

       

      Roots

      We never talked

      About our

      Families.

                                          

      One day a

      Month after we met

      My father                                    

      Found me

      Again.

                                          

      Or should I say

      I found

      Him.

                                          

      His death was                                     

      In the

      Newspaper.

                                          

      He drank until

      He couldn't feel.

                                          

      To forget about

      His no good

      Daughter.

                                          

      And the wife

      Who left

      Him.

                                          

      You didn't ask

      Me if I would

      Attend his

      Funeral.

                                          

      Instead you

      Came with

      Me as I

      Said good riddance

      To the

      Monster from my

      Past.

                                          

      Leaving behind my roots.

                                          

      Darkness

      You were the

      First person

      Not to give

      Up on me.

                                          

      Not when

      I was ready

      To give up

      On myself.

                                          

      Before I took

      Care of you

      You cared

      For me.

                                          

      Keeping the

      Darkness at

      Bay.

       

      Forgetting

      The other day

      I went                                    

      To call

      You.

                                          

      Then I

      Remembered

      You were

      Gone.

                                           

      And I broke

      Down crying

      Again.

                                          

      I keep

      Forgetting you

      Are gone

      And never coming

      Back.

       

      Echos

      I can hear

      You in every

      Room.

                                          

      Your laugh

      Echos through

      My thoughts.

                                          

      It's getting

      Harder and

      Harder not

      To think

      Your home.

                                          

      When I close

      My eyes I

      See your face

      Smiling.

                                          

      When I lie                                    

      Down in

      Bed I                                    

      Can feel

      You next to

      Me.

                                          

      Why did you leave?

       

      Empty Boxes

      I can't bring

      Myself to

      Pack up your

      Apartment.

                                          

      Only to put

      Your things

      In boxes.

                                          

      To be set

      In the back

      Of my                                   
     

      Closet.

                                          

      It hurts

      Too much

      To see all

      Of the photos

      We took

      Together.

                                          

      So instead

      I have a                                    

      Pile of

      Empty boxes

      In the                                    

      Corner of my

      Bedroom.

                                          

      Waiting to

      Be

      Used.

       

      Worry Lines

      I know you

      Worried while

      You were                                    

      Sick.                                    

       

      You thought

      I might go

      Back to my

      Bad place.

       

      And even though

      I promised you

      That wouldn't

      Happen I

      Lied.

       

      Because I was

      Scared I would

      Go back                                    

      To the                                    

      Abyss.

       

      You could always                                    

      See right through

      Me.

       

      There were always

      Worry lines

      On your face

      When you were

      Sick.

       

      I think you

      Gave me them

      Because I still

      Worry something

      Bad will happen

      To me.

       

      First Kiss

      I remember                                    

      Our first kiss

      Like it was

      Yesterday.

                                          

      We had a                                    

      Picnic in

      The park.

                                          

      You wore a                                    

      Pretty blue

      Dress.

                                          

      Compared to me

      You looked

      Like a goddess.

                                          

      I wore a                                    

      Sweater and jeans

      Even though

      It was

      April.

                                          

      I was still

      Afraid you

      Were just a

      Dream.

                                          

      And I wouldn't

      Wake up at

      All.

                                          

      We stayed there                                    

      Until the sun set

      Then you                                    

      Walked me

      Home.

                                          

      I was nervous

      About what                                    

      Would happen

      Next.

                                          

      But those

      Nerves disappeared                                    

      With our first

      Kiss.

       

      Secrets

      Most of the

      Doors to

      Your past

      Were kept

      Closed.

                                         

      All I knew

      Was you

      Left something

      Behind.

                                         

      Last week

      The something

      You kept locked

      In your

      Past found

      Me.

                                         

      You were going

      To marry                                   

      The boy                                   

      Next door.

                                         

      But in the

      End you

      Couldn't.

                                         

      There was

      No love

      In the                                   

      Relationship.

                                         

      I was surprised                                   

      When he showed                                    

      Up at

      Your apartment

      When I finally

      Began to pack

      Stuff up.

                                         

      He was confused

      When you

      Didn't answer                                   

      The door.

                                         

      "Is Darcy here?"

      He did not

      Hear the

      News.

                                         

      "My name's Paul."

      I still couldn't                                   

      Wrap my head

      Around the

      Idea of him.

                                         

      "I-I'm Joy."

      When he asked

      Where you                                    

      Were it                                   

      Took everything

      In me                                   

      Not to

      Cry.

                                         

      Paul was not

      As able

      To keep from

      Crying.

                                         

      Because you

      Were sick

      Long
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