Responsibility over chocolate ganache...

you say, "11:11 make a wish."
and though i have never heard your voice,
my heart is an empty tin can in this instance.

she says "kindness over all else."
and though i suspect that you,
having at least 40 years over me,
are correct,
my conscience's remorse booms on.

earlier, someone said, "peppermint tea soothes the stomach."
and though she knows herbal remedies well,
the knot in my stomach could've been tied by a sailor
and ten-thousand peppermint leaves could not soothe it.

mama says, "you are a woman now,"
and though every morning i commute,
manage to stay alive,
take vitamins,
wear perfume that makes me gag,
fill out a time-card,
pump gas,
talk about the declining US dollar,
scramble eggs,
make reservations,
and check the weather...
right now I feel less of a woman,
and more of disappointing friendship.

oh.. and though i've never heard your voice,
i celebrate 11:11 every day when I hear you announce it in my head.