At first, there is us. There is only us.
But even then, even before we know it, we wish you were here.
So we make plans for you. We learn. We build. We journey.
And then we wait. We listen. So quiet, so patient, so still. And we wait...but you never come and everything stops.
This is not what we planned. We wish you were here.
Time passes. We carry on. We live. We hope. We do not make plans.
And one day from out of the blue, there is a sound.
We listen, we hold on, we stay still...
As that sound becomes a rumble, becomes a rhythm, becomes a roar. And with every feeling that was ever felt, everything happens. That everything is you. That everything is us.
You are here. You are here. You are. Here.
-Wish by Matthew Cordell