11:11
there’s something bewitching about that time.
clocks set on 11:11 fill my world
at 11:11 i picked you up from the airport.
we drove talking and avoiding the big conversation
as if waiting for the engine to stop.
the world to stop spinning.
the doors to open.
the scenery to change.
the silence to usher in new beginnings.
the next morning at 11:11 you noticed the alarm clock.
you asked me to make a wish.
i wished for that damn elusive thing we call happiness.
at 1:11 i sat alone inside red walls.
picked up my journal and wrote what feels
like the end to this chapter.
only time will tell.
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love & poetry to u
a,
i hope everything is ok. keeping you in my thoughts this morning.
6:47
am or pm. pick one. i see that all the time. whenever i try to catch the time ’cause something strange or significant just happened. i seriously think that that’s the time they’ll call out when i flat line, or when my child is born, or something huge like that. very odd.