Eleven feels like three. But only yesterday three felt like eleven.

I asked you what time it was.

You said 3:11. I turned away and looked at the blackboard.

Amber is the color of your energy.

I have 311 songs stuck in my head now, I told you.

That’s funny you said, you have a 311 t-shirt on.

I now notice your t-shirt, and your defensive smile.

You were the first one out of the room,

Not a glance. We didn’t have a moment.

Gay coincidence, people have those all the time.

Enjoy your life.