Do you remember November?
The wild nights of rain,
fallen branches
on fallen chances,
told never to love again.
Do you remember November?
Forgotten pages left strewn
across damp lawns,
white as lost swans
who flew away in the afternoon.
Do you remember November?
Whispered tears on lips
left to dry up
in my empty teacup,
as my tongue traced your fingertips.
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