11:11

maybe a freshman boy grew out of 11:11,
maybe once he hit the 15 mark he no longer wanted to post those teenage snapchat stories

maybe once he hit high school it was too much of a middle school thing to let his girlfriend wear his football jersey on Friday nights

maybe once he turned 16 and learned how to drive, he didn’t want to ride bikes around the neighborhood anymore.

maybe once he turned 17 and became an upperclassmen, walking uptown for ice cream seemed like a waste of time.

maybe once he turned 18 and became an adult , he didn’t feel like homecoming was a priority anymore .

how can a boy be 15 and too mature for 11:11 when he once had an instagram page full of pointless idiotic pictures?

how can a boy be 16 and know how to drive when we once walked around our small town for hours?

how can a boy be 17 and an upperclassman when he once was an 8th grader on the school trip to Washington D.C ?

how can a boy be 18 so fast? how can a boy forget the way it felt to ride bikes to the park and midnight swim? how can a boy i once loved, grow into someone i don’t recognize?