NOVEMBER AGAIN

 

There’s something in the November air,

The way it feels so crisp in my throat.

My heart takes me back to the long road, 

Where I was found a year ago

Where I came from a year ago. 

We all came from our homes 

To find new home in our people

We did and they are our everything. 

A year later i'm still looking at those photographs 

But stanza doesn't feel like stanza now. 

People moved out, even i shifted rooms 

But 406 doesn't feel right. 

Home was your room where i stayed uninvited, 

Your bed, big enough for us three to sleep together. 

When i said I love you to 408 and back, 

I really loved you living with me, 

Now that you've moved out, 408 isn't the same.  

Only if I could glue your pieces together and bring you back 

To make me feel like home again. Only if I could. 

Last November was so different

This November I feel different.