November

A lone red leaf at the end of autumn

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I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m posting another poem today. When will the madness end?

Maybe tomorrow…

.

November

There was nothing I could do

He slipped away like a childhood summer

And left me cold

I wore flashy layers of guilt

And shame I’d stolen

To cover the pain —

Not mine any more

Than he was

Or you are

(Or I am)

I wore them proudly

Until the thaw

No one ever came

To claim them

.

©2013 Jason Anderson

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4 thoughts on “November

  1. I hope the madness continues because I am enjoying these Poems!

    Such strong emotions yet in a simple non scary way.

    Brilliant!

    =]

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