11:11 Make A Wish

11:11 on the dash, I

stared straight at the taillights. “I…” my voice

wavered, then

tapered off. I

glanced back at the dash, the clock

beckoning. I

begged “I wish… I wish it isn’t too late.” I

look down at the clock.

11:12 on the dash, I

realize I am too late. I

remember I’m years late. 2 to

be exact. I

convince myself,

Wait, just

wait just a little bit longer. But

wait for what? I

missed it, I

missed her.

Go.

Open up.

Ask.

Admit.

Feel.

Be in the moment.

Live in the moment. I

knew how to

think the verbs and how to

write the verbs, but I never

knew how to

act. I just

needed to act. Maybe I still

Can.