november

Blue light reflecting on the stairwell

We creep down the hallway and hear the laughing

The rooms are dim and the figures faded

It had just been one of those days

The faint music in the backroom

Is a song that always made her cry

All these hours

All these nights

All these years

Slowly turn into wine

Shiny images reflect in the doorway

We stay awake all night and feel the silence

The windows are foggy and chilly

As the November skies begin to rain

We light candles and stretch blankets over our heads and our toes

So to muffle the sound of our giggles when we are laughing at our shadows

Childish eyes are dancing through the darkness

This empty void we call our dreams

Born for the light of each other

In this home, in this family, we believe

Her voice is still with us

The one that softly sings us to sleep

The warmth still surrounds us

From her breath when she kisses our cheeks

Our bellies are still full

From the meal that's scent still fills the air

Bottles of vanilla and cinnamin rest on the dresser

and she quietly brushes her hair

The faint music in the backroom

Is a song that's always made her cry

All these hours, all these nights, all these years slowly turn into wine

Childish eyes dance through the darkness

This empty void we call our dreams

Born for the light of each other

In this home, in this heart, in this family

We believe

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