Leftover Fairy Dust

She knelt before the

ocean and politely asked

if it could form a wave powerful

enough to wash away all her pain

but the ocean denied her request

because she too would drown

Later that evening she showed

up at my door with nothing more

than a four-leaf clover

begging me to use my

last bit of fairy dust

I did not know what darkness

lengthened her hours

All I knew was that her

lonely eyes displayed an

overwhelming urge

to escape reality

And so we did