923

How the Waters closed above Him
We shall never know—
How He stretched His Anguish to us
That—is covered too—

Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies
Bold above the Boy
Whose unclaimed Hat and Jacket
Sum the History—

Every time it's late in the night, and I go to check the time

It's 9:23...

When it's the last thing on my mind,  and I'm scribbling down my rhymes

It's 9:23...

Even when I'm exploring the stores to buy something, my receipt..

Reads 9.23...

When I ask when their birthday or anniversary is... My heart leaps

Most of the time, they say "9/23..."

While I'm in the car with my family, and a car passes by at the speed of the law...

Somewhere on the Licence plate, it says "923..."

When I press pause on a you tube video, and I go back to hit play... somehow it's paused...

At 9:23...

When it's early in the morning, and I go to turn my phone on to see the hour and mintues...

It reads 9:23...

When my friends are spamming randomly in emails, and numbers reach their limit...

9.23 is always in there...

Heck even when I have lost sense of time, and i'm having too much fun to care, and I ask what time it is...

They answer "9:23..."

Lastly... When I am doing Statistics in School, one of the answers on the list...

Is 923...


So I ask you... Why are you following me? You have haunted me enough for many years. Is it fate? Is it a clue? Is it an answer? I may never know. But please, whatever your reason is... please have it be a good one.
(I JUST realized... This is the 23rd poem I posted...)

I remember every kiss we ever kissed, you kissed me 1,923 times, I remember our first kiss and I remember our last kiss and every single kiss in between, I remember that night when I was standing in the middle of the street and your parents were waiting for you back at home and I looked you in the eyes and I told you I could die exactly that moment and I wouldn't regret a single thing, I remember when we were in the park, and I was crying because I knew you were leaving soon, you kissed me on every single bench, beneath every single  tree, I remember the kiss that was suppose to be our last, you shouldn't have come back, but I don't remember every kiss I kissed trying to replace yours, I don't remember the names of all those people who touched my skin underneath our moonlight, amidst our bedsheets, but I remember us on those stairs, I had been in love with you for months by then, my hand was shaking and I leaned in and just as you had time to acknowledge what happened, I left, I cried that night, I don't know why, maybe I knew what was coming, I remember how you told me you never thought you would not want to kiss me, well it’s been two years since our meeting at the Great Wall of China, don’t come back this time...