November

I walked down the street as the rain was still pouring down on the sidewalk. I kept listening to my favorite old songs while once I watched my steps as I walked the puddle of rain. I confidently swung my steps toward the drizzle and stared the fog that came earlier this morning. I began showing my fake smile and pretended that I was Okay. I knew it was pretty darn hard to be left alone when I was dying to be loved the way I was supposed to be. I missed those moments when we were together and spent our time in our living room. I was sick to think about those pillow fights and all the diners we fixed. Yet, I couldn’t blame you for leaving me here, alone. I blamed me myself for not stopping you leaving me. 

My tears were gently falling. The rain watched me and the ballad song was over. I let the raindrops fall and hit my faces. I whispered through the rain and the wind, “I want to be back to that November”.

Now there you are, smiling at me and watching over me all the time I come around. You are there; loving me like you never let me go even a sec. You are there among the white roses and a banquet of dandelion, sleeping peacefully.

I still love you

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