11.11

A poem about a shared symbol turning into someone else’s promise, leaving erased

11.11
And then you met her,
Brighter than the moonlight
An angel on earth, your angel number
11th of November,
Was that when you promised her your forever?

11.11
She believed it,
you believed her
Even though it twists in me,
Our bittersweet erasure
Forty-nine minutes to midnight
Isn't that the best time to tell her you love her?

11.11
It's your thing now,
And I'm the outsider,
ninehundredninetyeight watching from afar
A different skin, a different love,
Now old and stale and
Hopefully forgotten
Even though she was first to tell you about it,
Wasn't it me? Your first—
11.11


(PS. This poem hides small repetitions and echoes. Look closely, 11:11 appears in more ways than one. Please lemme know the ones you found or if any thing gets confusing)