Glimmering coins at the bottoms of fountains,
I’d take them one by one and lay them to rest
In order to find the memories of
“That one time”.
The longer I think,
The longer the night gets-
All the coins in this world
Could never make my dreams come true.
Maybe I’m putting faith
In something unseen-
But isn’t that the very definition of faith?
I don’t need to see it to believe it-
Like how you don’t need to fix something
That was never broken to begin with.