4.November
Fragile leaves hit the ground. The cold air drifts into my
lungs. I see your face through the fog. Reminds me of the dreams
you lost. I can see it in your eyes. You e broken down; your
hands are tied. I can feel it in my side. Over and over and over
I e tried. You e broken down; your hands are tied. And I know
you cannot hide. Over and over and over I e tried. It broke my
heart. It felt so good to see you. I e never been one to put my
trust in. When did I become so weak, or have I always been？ I
can put all this back in place. This gaping hole in my chest is
filled with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf
ears. I caress flesh with severed nerves. I go veiled in
darkness and disease. This November swallows me whole. And this
may be the closest thing that you l ever receive to an apology.
I close my eyes and I can see you dead.
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