your wish

you are sitting across from me on the old chair in the shabby room. stop looking at me, you say, restless, annoyed by my stare. i don’t move my gaze. i don’t acknowledge your words. i am not concerned with your wishes. i do not ask why you are there. i keep looking. i keep looking at your face that will not be with me anymore. i have to memorize each cell, each line to store them in my heart. to take them with me. your face. i have to take my doubts and regrets, my joy and disappointment far away deep into the future. i have to take them to the day many-many days ahead when i will take each cell, each line out of my heart, place them together into your face, look at your eyes and ask – what did you wish for on that day many days ago?