By Vanshika Gupta
The thing I remember,
it was the last day of November.
I was holding her
as the nights got colder.
I grew older.
It's what I remember.
The evening was spent as I meander
through the dull night of November,
watching the city lights glimmer,
the darkness grew creepier.
It's what I remember.
I was strolling across the river,
when I saw her sitting beneath the Alder.
My heart began to stir.
The wintry silence folded in fleece fur.
The thing I remember,
it was the last day of November.
I was wrapped in my sherd,
my mind was all scattered.
Then I notice her.
In that cold weather,
everything turned to look strangely better.
It's what I remember.
It was the cold night of November.
She looked at me, dear,
I felt that it was her who had appeared,
that God truly has answered
all of my prayers.
The funeral was just a nightmare.
The thing I remember,
it was the last day of November.
I heard the wind whisper
“Forever”.
Through my tears and laughter,
I swear I saw my happily ever after.
It's what I remember.
It was the cold night of November.
The clouds started to shower,
and she seemed to disappear.
It appeared like a happy hour
got stirred with the eternity of the rush hours.
She was that sunflower,
that got buried under the winter shower.
The thing I remember,
it was the last day of November.
She was nowhere to be discovered,
I was standing still right there.
That winter,
I felt my heart getting colder,
I knew I lost all my power,
the rest of my life would be a rain shower.
It's what I remember.
It was the cold night of November.
I was standing there, in need of a respirator,
with my clothes all wet, my eyes all water.
My heart was beating faster.
It was the worst thing that I’ve ever feared.
The thing I remember,
it was the last day of November.
I was ready to leave it all behind,
I would have followed her with all my life.
She couldn't be there.
I was all alone and scared.
My hands both flared.
It's what I remember.
There was no one there,
just the memories we shared.
Death caught us unprepared,
If it hadn't been her, I wouldn't have cared.
It's what I remember.
It was the cold night of November.
I told her if she took forever,
I’d wait for her forever.
I pleaded with God to send her sooner,
to help me put all my pieces together.
The thing I remember,
it was the last day of November.
My heart had been severed.
I recall standing fractured,
mumbling words my soul fettered.
So much had to be answered,
so much had to be heard.
That night of winter,
All I wanted was her,
her arms around my shoulder.
I needed to hold her tighter.
She promised we belonged together.
That night of November,
I was left all hurt and clattered.
Her memory was the rapture.
If I couldn't be close to her,
I settled with those of her.
It's what I remember.
It was the last day of November.
By Vanshika Gupta
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