We met a Sunday morning.
Laughed and loved one another
for a decade and a half.
We were yet but nineteen before
the disaster we weren't ready for,
I wasn't ready for occured.
You wrote me a letter
Kissed it twice and sent it off.
It alarmed me to meet you in November.
I came that night and saw you.
You lay upon the park's bench
shaded in all black.
Sleeping it would seem.
I shock you twice
but nothing stirred.
Your skin was pale,
I stroke your cheeks
and chills came up my spine.
You felt so cold,so distant, but loving and loved.
I glared upon your lying body,
a tear came rolling down my cheeks.
I kissed you twice and sent you off.
I told you then meet me in November.
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Submission Name: In November
