november fifteenth // (just give it time?)
i.
twisting,
falling through
the sky, reaching
right out to you
(to when have)
(you gone?)
so swift
in all your
“LEFT”s
and your
“LEAVING”s
(to when have)
(you gone?)
you do not reach
back through the
cloudless skies
towards me, but
i cannot seem to
pull back my
own hands,
too
(to when have)
(you gone?)
ii.
and i miss you,
i miss you, in
such a burning, aching
way
(i miss you)
(i miss you)
iii.
i wish you’d come back
(please, oh, please)
(come back)
iv.
i am singing melancholy,
melancholy,
m e l a n c h o l y
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