The role of November

by Chelsey   Nov 1, 2012


Every month has their purpose, has a heartbeat.
Do you know what November's is? Or I should say,
do you know what November's was? It has changed.
A time where thanks is given unto all that seems to
permit and assist our living. I am not thankful this year.

Between the frozen mind games of January, and the
depressing down pour of April, I had time to move on.
Yet, here I am, in a month I should be thankful to those
who have blessed me with their company, thinking of you.
I've always believed in proper goodbyes and you knew that,
but you still disappeared without warning. Exiting distastefully.

You must not have known your value, your role in my life.
I apologize if I failed to remind you over the years.
I'm sure it's too late now, but you were the only person
who became one with me. Our minds, our hearts, our thoughts,
they were one in the same. Always constant.

You were my diary before I learned how to write.
You were my bible before I knew who God was.
You were my comfort before I tasted Greygoose.

Now, you're out there somewhere, living a fairytale
that I wanted to be a part of. Even if just for a page.
I'm here. Nuzzling against November's chest and its cold.
Fall has a displeasing desire to pain me. To remind
me of the fight, the unanswered questions, the loss.

It's been a year and the calendar has been nothing,
but a threat to my closure.

Closure that has never come.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    Emotionally captivating!!
    You have expressed your emotions stacked in, so very completely and left no stone unturned.. I would want to echo this again that you are really among the most finest writers I have met on PnQ... your writes showcase sheer creativity, be it sad, happy or just whatever!!
    Nominating!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Yakori bint Muhammed

    This to me seems like a goodbye to a dear one or perhaps someone you heard about not personally known to you. I feel its always a terrible feeling to loose someone to the cold hands of death. Its not a welcoming guest. Rather an unannounced visitor. It leaves us with mental, physical and emotional disarray. It isn't a feelings that one wishes for another. However, if it comes one can't do nothing but accept it. To keep a relentless faith, persevere and be strong will, will assure one in the long run. The dead should be prayed upon to be basking under the shade of The Almighty. A sadly penned demise poem. Good work!

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