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.