11:12

Sometimes in the middle of nowhere,
I’m left hanging and dumbfounded,
by the truth that had spoken to me,
its sound echoed thru time and space,

The very reason I hated time,
I scream upon hearing it’s tick and tack,
faking and fainting a smile,
seeing myself complaining in front of a clock,

and yet you were my favorite almost,
my unforgettable what if,
my best hello,
my painful goodbye,

Watching the clock,
I had realized then,
that I’m always a minute too late,
It’s always 11:12.

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