Change of Pace

I sat at my desk and wished,
not on a silly little star
or on a blinking clock
not even on a bone broken in two (in the hopes the larger half rest between my grip)

the kind of wish that forces eyes shut
mouth clenched, heart race, palms sweat
Oh, I wanted it so bad (that bad)
to feel

Anything.
Besides what my conscious reiterated how I should feel
at any given moment
My heart would not
Take it further than the thought

Until I saw you.
Melting between my physical embrace
Oh, what a change of pace.

-Jessica