November dreaming


Haunted by a dream of him
I walk under a november sky
To find a sacred place to cry
My heart is caught in his eyes
A street lamp flickers
Like this love
I watch the dust in the light
On this dark, but starry night
Illuminating what I couldn’t see before
Like seashells laid upon the shore
Brought by a wave from the ocean floor
All that was gone
Is here once more

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