November Remember...

She wore a sweater- cluttered and stately, forgetting my adolescence and turning to the Mountain Side. I had these eyes with her name on them, and all I could do was listen to what you'd said, and I know she'd go back if you could come January-

He wore a swagger- full and stride, forgetting my requests and turning to the Greek kind of life. I had a journal with his name on it, and all I could do was write and rewrite your lines, and yet I know he'd prove me wrong come February-

He wore a fedora- small and plaid, forgetting my depression and turning to the LA scene. I had a black and white strip of film with his name on it, and all I could do was recreate your laughs to an audience of one, and I know he'd still keep driving come March-

He wore a suit- tall and crispy, forgetting my smile and turning to the Kanto Region. I had a picture on my phone with his frame on it, and all I could do was mourn your loss of more endless nights, and I know he'd light another cigarette come April-

He wore a cartoon- vibrant and alive, forgetting my allegiance and turning to the Metro Elite. I had a joke with his name on it, and all I could do was recall your exaggerated punchline, and I know he'd tell the rest come May-

She wore a peacoat- wooly and ripe, forgetting my name and turning to the British country side. I had a book with her name on it, and all I could do was compare the art flair you possessed, and I know she'd hit the right notes come June-

He wore a vintage army coat- shaggy and rare, forgetting my heart and turing to the West Coast cliffs. I had a canvas with his name on it, and all I could do was contemplate the colors you'd paint, and I know he'd paint me over again come July-

He wore a t-shirt- plain and cotton, forgetting my laugh and turning to the Congregation. I had a temper with his name on it, and all I could do was analyze the works of dead gentleman like you do, and I know if he'd fix my perspective come August-

She wore a tattoo- fresh and ancient, forgetting my calling and turning to the Indian Country. I had a mix tape with her name on it, and all I could do was hum the chorus back to you, and I know she'd finish the song come September-

She wore a leather jacket- cool and tight, forgetting my shortcomings and turning to the European Trails. I had a costume with her name on it, and all I could do was play your part, and I know she'd make a new addition come October-

I wore a rainbow in my hair- fading and mismatched, forgetting my promises and turning to the Highway. I had my name on the stake, and all I could do was write another endless line of odd poetry of me being back to start, and I know I'll be fighting stronger come November-

He wore a brown polo with stripes- frumpy and quaint, forgetting my love and turning to the North end of things. I had a collection of memories with his name on it, and all I could do was pray, and I know he'd grow strong come December-