I used to believe in
11:11 wishes before.
When the clock strikes eleven
I'd wait for eleven minutes more.
Patiently anticipating
Until it turns into vertical sticks of four.
So I can quickly rattle in my mind
What I want before
Wasting my precious sixty seconds.
Repeating it like a favourite chore.
How disappointing
It was when I couldn't wish more
Before the magical time ends.
So when I grew older,
I stopped wishing
Because you appeared.
Isn't it amazing that you're everything I wanted, and more?
How we'd spend every day talking
And I'd get to know you more.
But as time passes, we don't
Converse anymore.
So now I'm waiting
For eight times one hour
To wish you all the best in
Your future endeavour
Or I'd start talking about you in
My 11:11 wish. Go back to how it was before.

-m.b