After this November will be the most dreaded month
not because it was when I lost you
but when I knew it was coming,
looming, and this time lightening wasn’t dancing
in the distance it was creating it.
Collecting moments of you
like storing food in a bomb shelter
for when I’m at war with your new
hand watch for not letting us work.
Every time the hand ticks
it is moving me closer to a time without you
and everyday is watching the hourglass of us run out.
Despite this, if I could live with you
in a calendar filled with Novembers, I would.
But I can’t so before you go,
will you watch 44 sunsets with me?
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
After this November will be the most dreaded month
not because it was when I lost you
but when I knew it was coming,
looming, and this time lightening wasn’t dancing
in the distance it was creating it.
Collecting moments of you
like storing food in a bomb shelter
for when I’m at war with your new
hand watch for not letting us work.
Every time the hand ticks
it is moving me closer to a time without you
and everyday is watching the hourglass of us run out.
Despite this, if I could live with you
in a calendar filled with Novembers, I would.
But I can’t so before you go,
will you watch 44 sunsets with me?
