11 4 24
november has only just begun
and already-
i'm thinking of you
my favourite jeans
which have seen so many novembers' before-
ripped in the knee today
snow in november
whispers your name into my ears
why must it snow in november?
soon enough i will be a year older
when do i start to feel different?
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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