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11:11

Robert D. Lyons

Make a wish,
It’s 11:11.
The moon passes through the shutters
Just enough to barely light her face.
The old, hand-me-down spring mattress creaks as she pulls up her legs.
She sits Indian style with her eyes fixed out the window.
Her chapped lips are mumbling something,
But I can’t make out a word.
Every night she counts the seconds as soon as the hands of the clock
Hover above 11:11.
She knows these aspirations help no-one.
Still, she sits on the corner of the bed every night
Like she is drifting in and out of some hazy dream.
I always ask her what she is wishing for.
She says she wishes for the things she already has.
She wishes because she knows that with each tick of the clock
All her loves are fading away.
She wishes because she can’t bear the thought of losing them.
She wishes because it makes her life feel more than real,
More than just the hands ticking away.
When she looks into the starry night the world is just a fairy tale.
It makes her feel content,
As if her wish already came true.

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