it's
11:11 AM
and my first thought is
you
immediately my second thought is
they lied
the american journal for positive thinking said it took 11 weeks to get over someone
but it's been
2 years
actually it has been 2 years 3 months 13 days and 6 hours
but who's
keeping count
i find myself seeking reasons to calls you but then i dont call you because
the last time that we spoke
your voice
sounded like distance
your words sounded like the elongated pause after a statement of declaration
your heart
packed all of its emotion into the backseat until it couldnt see out of the rear window
and then you
left
drove away without ever looking back
i asked how you had been
and you said
you were doing fine
and i believed you
your words
sounded like the scars on your heart had healed
and you were better
you had driven
light years past us
past me
past the bullshit
heartbreak
and pain
you were gone
and i
i was better
i had found peace in myself
and learned to let go of my regret
but i regret
not calling when i should
not following through on my hearts promise
not listening to the screams of my soul
so i guess that forever
when i notice that its 11:11 AM
my first thought
will forever be you
