It is November again; blustery and cold
I am alone; walking on the road
Reminiscing sweet 1940s; the summers, the sun and the bridge
The coffee beans and tea leaves; cheese cakes and muffin.
I fathom; the rain, the rides and the warmth of thy arms
I miss thy touch; the skin, the lips and hair.
It shall never be again; the November and I.
For there now lies a distance; thee and I.
My spirit shall stay behind; still and liberated
To the love that shall live; glorious and immortal.