This is another fifteenth day of the month, one of many
One that brought the perfection called you into life
One brought upon me a lunacy of love, of unbound madness
This one has had me wilting in my insides
When your calling to an ending of us was sent out
It sent a searing pain through my ruptured soul
And as I wait to see you to shower upon me the cold
I have accepted that November will never be else
It would not be a unlike how life has been for me
But then again it doesn't mean that you would redeem it
As this hourglass times my tea bag soaking into the tea
I think of the time I have missed being away from we
I wouldn't know much of what this 'if' last meeting would do
Other than to reduce my last piece of will to dust
You found me when I was scattered to the winds worthlessly
You put me back piece by piece, and then you are wishing to leave
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