November
today i write a heart and pour out myths into this poem
yet i don't know how to start, but still i'll try to show them
She was...
The Title. The Name of The Song. Track Number 3.
The Bible. The Shame of The Strong. Trapped Inside of Me.
I was...
-Artist Unknown -aka SoAlone -Unidentified
-Anonymous -NoLongerWithUs -TheOneWhoCried
Together we were...
The road map to Indiana...fighting at a truck stop diner...red and yellow sundress.
Highway 69 was where i tried my very best...to cry like the rain in Montana.
Caught directions from a man I don't remember...couldn't stop till November
In December i retraced the route on your stomach, said the trip would last forever
December
the crowded hall never really cares about the poet
they only want the marquee, thinking that they know it
She was...
The Title. The Bend. Photo Exposure. One Way Mission.
The Finish. The End. The Closure. The Decision.
I was...
-production financed on debit -reading liner notes till dawn
-singer/songwriter credits -thank yous to god and mom
Together we were...
Christmas at her parents...fighting on the back porch...red and yellow scarf.
By myself after you got out of the car...pounded the dash to match my heart.
Made breakfast together, what I can't remember...burnt food never tasted better.
Then the blizzard weather kept us inside so long, I even tried knitting you a sweater.
Next September
My sobs soaked your hospital gown while you sang me our song
my pursed lips kissed and cursed that i wouldn't have you for long
She was...
The Title. The Only One. The Passion. The Crying.
The Tragedy. The Morning Sun. Everlasting. The Dying.
I was...
-Ms. Direction -Miss Misty Dumont. -Mrs. I wish you didn't die!
-Ms. Interpretation -Miss miss you so much -Mrs. The Dust Upon Her Eyes
Together we were...
Sweet deathbed lovers...fighting for another breath...red and yellow flowers
Our pictures and stories and all of my poetry for hours...till the very end
Gone while I was sleeping, head resting on that ugly sweater...gone forever
your eyes were closed, that was for the better as my kisses made them wetter.
The eulogy was...
Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes
Trust my love lays upon your lashes
Always remember that in December
I promised to find you again in November