November
Coming in with grey
skies and chill
which set into my body,
mind, and soul
I felt alone and adrift
cast there
by you and your
obsessions.
You, who I never
thought could
hurt me yet you cut me
like a knife
Your games slicing me
as surely
as if you'd taken that
blade to my heart,
Killing the petals of
the garden we
had grown through so
many years of sharing.
You didn't know the
pain, the torment,
You didn't understand
the questions
You, who held my
fragile heart, yet,
You, who knew the right
and the wrong.
As must be, November
chills were replaced by
December's cool white
flakes, cleansing,
crystalizing, clear and
wet.
Falling upon us like
the tears shed and
washing away the
confusion we both knew.
Then January breezes
began warm and strong
Connecting Us, talking
and laughing
with new games shared
and enjoyed.
Us, nurturing the love,
healing the pain,
growing our new garden
No chill, no grey, no
knives,
Just us, together,
Beyond November.