Was ich will

Want, want, want. Forget 'wish', this is the word on everybody's lips. Maybe I want it all. Maybe I want too much. Maybe I shouldn't bother, but...

She's so big now. I wonder if she remembers me. I wonder how long it'll be until she forgets. I wonder how long it'll be until I forget. Probably never.

I would have loved her with everything I had. I know, I know. She isn't mine. Oh, but the stories I could've told her, the piggy-back rides given, wonder shared - that is what I offered. She has nothing to do with me, now. Don't forget me.

In vain I wish.