She told me everything she wanted.
I knew I should try to make it happen.
I took her out to the antique store.
We bought ourselves a lamp.
We took it home and rubbed it.
Rubbed it. Rubbed it. Rubbed it.
She was everything I ever wanted.
All my own wishes had been granted.
All that rubbing didn’t help at all.
She still wanted what she wanted.
I rubbed the lamp one last time,
wishing I had a magic wand.
~ Lamp ~