I wish for you
at 11:11 –
your smile,
your laugh,
the warmth of your hands.
I think of us
at 11:11 –
of everything
we could've
had.
A minute later
the moment's past –
my heart goes
back
to sleep at last.
YOU ARE READING
paper dolls
Romancean anthology of poetry and prose on love - and loss - and those dashes in between.