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


16 comments on “Eleven Eleven

  1. z3ng33kgr7


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  2. Excellent 🙂

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  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?

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  4. Beautifully written!

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  5. Nice work!

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  6. emotionalspaces

    Great attentiveness and patience rewarded by such a wonderful gift.

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