in late november
i looked at you
dressed in rose
the fog was thick
it kept Charlotte warm
as the city slept
all but us
on that night
in late november
when i looked at you
dressed in rose
i did not recognize
your once
familiar face
or spoken truths
on that night
in late november
when i looked at you
dressed in rose
alone in that dark
scared
i never really saw
your love
on that night
in late november
when i took off those glasses
as Charlotte slept
you were gone
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