One Morning Mid November

Well so I walk you to the bus stop

Though I know you want to go alone

I’ve never really felt close to a place

But I know this is your home

So I try to curb my notions so recklessly glum

No one needs to carry these things especially one so young

I’m afraid that there’s no fortune here

Off Geneva Parade

And if hardship begets hardship

Then there’s nothing to be made

But if I could reimagine a more favourable plot

And have you see that these bright mornings just can’t be bought

I lost you to the winter moon

Lifted high through the afternoon

And you're gone

Am I remis to claim loneliness

Plagues only certain kinds

Like reddening leaves I can see it bleed

From the corner of your eyes

O there are certain certainties that I have brought on you

But on this one morning, mid-November, we are immune