It’s just too often

Too often,

I wish I can have a dinner,

with you.

Too often,

I wish I can swim,

with you.

Too often,

I wish I can have a drink,

with you.

Too often,

I wish I can do revision,

with you.

I know,

it’s just too often,

too often that I miss you.

I shall hold my tongue;

I shall hold my breath;

I shall hold myself,

just wish to see you’re happy;

just wish to see you’re blessed.

May,

you’re happy,

like the birds in the sky.

May,

you’re blessed,

like the little child.

p/s:

Too often, I wish what I hope for would be granted. But, would all these make her happier than I think or imagine?