Wishes

As I hang on the wall, a memory of the once new happiness she passes before me. I am never looked at anymore, never once smiled at as the memory of my day rushes back to her in a memory so strong its almost like being taken all over.
She sits on the couch and turns on the TV, all she does since he left is watch that thing. She could be out, trying to find someone new but instead I lay forgotten. If only she sees that she needs someone, besides this house and me and the other pictures on the walls. All we do is make it worse, we remind her of her happiness that she no longer has. I've seen her happy, all giddy when he calls. Or when he comes over how she dolls herself up a bit and waits for him to sit down. Swear they get so close on that couch that she can almost taste his cologne, but whose one to judge.
But now she sits alone and there's no more murmured words before a race to the other room, no more lazy afternoon movie days, and no more smile on her lips.
Oh how I wish that he'd call her again, but I know his moved on, its just her stuck in the past.
The phone rings and she answers lazily. Her lips turn upward and she sits up straight.
'Yeah, I'd love it if you came over again. No need to be sorry, just come over.'� she hung up the pone and went to fix her hair, he never takes long to get here.
Soon the door swings open and her smile grows bigger, its never left since he called. She hugs him close and the door is kicked shut. He whispers something to her and they race off to the other room.
I guess wishes can come true.

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