November

In my heart,
I always knew.

In my heart
I always held a place
ready for the fallout
and the pain.

In my head
I pushed aside
the thoughts
that lingered like shadows;
whispering, pointing,
asking questions, anxious.

In the end
it is your shadow
that haunts me;
whispering, pointing,
asking questions, anxious.

But now the clouds
have drawn themselves across the sun,
and shadows cannot live without light.
They disappear,
their stories fading...
Forgotten.

In my heart,
time passes.