Poetry

Eleven Eleven

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Head rested on the pillow,

he stares at the ceiling. Hands to the

side of his body,  grabbing a handful of

the newly washed sheets. The bathroom

faucet stops running, he could hear her

carefully placed footsteps. Door opens

and she’s biting her lower lip,  ‘eleven

eleven, make a wish.’ She’s been

it, she all he’s ever needed.


Photographer Unknown

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16 comments on “Eleven Eleven

  1. z3ng33kgr7

    11:11

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Excellent ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Judi Risser

    I just read that 1111 actually means that one’s twin flame is coming soon….how interesting I just read this. Synchronicity….Great poem, by the way. Is there a part II?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Beautifully written!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Nice work!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. emotionalspaces

    Great attentiveness and patience rewarded by such a wonderful gift.

    Liked by 1 person

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