In November


I only feel this pain inside, the pictures are reminders.
Of what we had once been, things we’ll never share again.
These words mean nothing now, when tears come falling down,
consumed by empty promises, you realize the consequence.

In November, when things come to pass, will nothing last?
I remember, no Apology.
In November, one choice to make, a life at stake. I remember, no
Apology.

One day we’ll owe an explanation, I will not be surprised. To have the
questions answered, in my child’s eyes. A hopeless dream I cannot mend,
a broken heart
I can’t defend. The wounds remain unhealed, until the truth’s revealed.