November’s spawn
came in like a wet blanket
shed its care on my doorstep.
It forewarned
sad times were coming
I saw that it was heavy
that I should not try to lift it alone
and I am ready this time
resigned to the fact
that we are alone.
We will face this together
and move on
that is how we began our journey
that is how we will continue
until long after the winter
washes all our dirty laundry
clean and
hangs it out
to dry.
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