Reverence

A free-verse poem

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It was 11.12 AM
when you shook my hands
and Cupid struck only me.
It was always 11.12 AM
when you spoke
in your marshmallow voice.
I had begun to revere
all the 11.12 AMs of my life,
yet I couldn’t dive deep
into the bowels of time
to find one moment
where you had revered
the magic between us.
I thought that that quirky feeling
would last only for four months.
But here I am,
two Octobers later…