A November to Remember
Strings of streetlights glow around the night's neck
Crate-myrtles reach their wooden fingers to the sky
And I glide along in the dark, a toy car in a plastic play set
Pulled back and let go on a grooved track
The apartment's dark, and I leave it that way
Walking past light-switches with their heads bowed
It's amazing how quiet can sound so loud
The night, the silence, it all presses down
On this makeshift home, in this lego town
November stretches it's cold black fingers
Digits fanning apart, threatening to reach out
To pull me in, and never push me back
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