November 8
Your words burned their way into my head
Each time you come around, they burn more and more
Last week you chose to visit
And ever since then
My head has been engulfed in flames
It began in the memories of the things you yelled
But lately it has spread to those of when your words were gentle and kind
When we would sit and drink coffee
And you'd tell me about all the things you adored

This morning I felt a calming
I think the fire has died down
And there is no love left to burn

November 11
I got a phone call today
A very angry man
Deep voice filled to the brim with bitterness
I don't recall meeting him
Although he knew my name and of me
And every time made him even more mad than the last
When I said I was unfamiliar with this man
He told me he was done
That I was just wasting his time
But I don't know why I'm hearing this
From a man that was never mine