Sweet November

Alone in the dark Daydreaming about what was once mine Eternal flames dancing about like a lark Killing my sorrow in bottles of wine Up until that night Nothing – and I mean nothing ever Left me in such a state of fright Except for that fateful day last year in November Arriving at a crossroads Jungle boots and helmets At loggerheads with civilians in folds Shots fired. So many deaths Including my beloved’s November is here again, and so is the hurt!