Morning.

I woke up,
feeling rather frustrated.
I hate this.

My goals for the day seemed lame;
go for a walk outside.

I wanted to feel the summer breeze
on my face again, threw my hair,
around my skirt.
Just seeing my skirt flicker in the street shop's windows
would have made me happy.

I needed to get out.
Being inside all day for the last few weeks
have driven me crazy.

I could do it.
But I didn't.
Now it's been one more morning without the fresh smells
of flowers, cut grass and coffee seeds from the cafe down the street.

One more day not seeing him.

One.

Today.
At 11:11 pm
I wished for him
to be happy forever.

I'm not a believer in such things as
11:11
but I will do anything
as long as he is happy.