if wishes had faces

i can't say i'd catch you
if you fell, but i do know
i'd at least try to be there,
holding a net, or trampoline,
watching you bounce back,
up and up and up, to what
you promised you could be,
to that pretty little idea,
the thought that you could
change, become something
beautiful, or more, simply
more than who you are now,
watching the light fall again
from your eyes, then glimmer
one last time, perhaps a sign
you have hope in yourself
left, or maybe hope in us all.