Her poetry — Summary

She used to tell me at 11:11 To make a wish. She used to wake me up with kisses. And she used to write me poetry. I used to make a wish. I used to wake up sweetly. I used to read poetry. But now at 11:11 She's never home. And by the time I wake She's already gone. And her poetry isn't like it used to be. I always forget to wish. I wake up missing her. And now I'm the one who writes poetry about her.

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The poem sets two versions of a relationship side by side: how things used to be, and how they are now. At first, the speaker's partner does small, tender things. She reminds them to make a wish at 11:11, wakes them with kisses, and writes them poetry. The speaker answers in kind by wishing, waking happily, and reading what she wrote. Then the poem turns. She is never home at 11:11, she is gone before the speaker wakes, and her poetry has changed.

The speaker's feelings are quiet but heavy: loneliness, longing, and a sense of loss they never quite name. Even the habit of wishing slips away. The last line is the most striking. The speaker now writes poetry about her, taking over the role she once held. It could be an act of love, or it could be a way of coping with her absence. The mood is gentle and wistful, with plain, repetitive phrasing that makes the emptiness feel very ordinary.

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