My Boys
Summer lasted long
Into october
The night November came
He held Snow’s hand
And brought her along
Everyone looked as they entered
Glared as they past
And settled themselves
In seats
Fall wasn’t ready to give up
November caught my eye
I kept looking at him across the room
I realised Summer had made me forget I was lonely
But he was a flirt
And gone too soon
Fall was nice
And in many ways he’s still mine
But November
That cruel lad
Who killed Fall and now holds Winter’s hands
Who covered any evidence
Of Fall’s pretty leaves
Made me realise
There is nothing left for me
Except for Winter’s taunts of snow
Falling on my head
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