Longing in advent

Wish i could

Touch you with my lips,

Instead of having

This endless taste of miss

Wish i could

Hear your voice,

Not ever wonder

What would be  your choice

Wish i could

Hold your hand,

Rather than feeling

That i wander in hell

Wish i could

Wash your feet,

Not wasting

My tears

Wish i could

Learn from you,

Not second thoughts

And reading with no clue

Wish i could

Wish i could

Jesus,

Wish i could.