11:11

11:11 it comes and it goes

And you can’t tell me that when you see it pop up on your phone you don’t think of me

Don’t think of the times we shared

The laughs

The tears

The drunk nights and sober mornings

You can’t tell me when you roll over in the morning in her bed

With her arm draped softly over you

And you check the time

That your heart doesn’t stop

All your air is gone and you yearn for the girl to not be her but to be me

You can’t tell me 11:11 hasn’t become your idol

Your god that you worship unlike anything you’ve ever worshipped before

That you try and ignore it 

But every once in a while it’ll sneak up on you and the cycle starts again

The memories playing through your mind like a picture show

And each moment

They flash faster and faster until you can’t see but

Feel

11:11 is sacred

You'll never utter those words again to another person let alone another lover

You’ll never say “make a wish” because you’re still hoping your wish will one day come true

11:11 it comes and it goes 

You turn over the phone and try to forget

11:11

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authors note:

I wish on 11:11 every time I see it, that notion inspired this piece.