November Rain

Soon it’ll be our anniversary. Thirteen years of the 29 I’ve spent on this earth…When we first told each other we loved each other you said to me you couldn’t promise a future because you weren’t even sure you’d stay in town. I told you I understood. While you may have meant physical location; I meant a physical end. I’ve struggled since I was twelve with this indescribable sadness in my soul. I’ve tried to think about the future, our plans and dreams lately but I keep hitting a wall. November is inside me. It’s gnawing at me like a slow leaking faucet. I feel just a tiny splash of sorrow between each waking moment only to be later pacified by “YOU CAN DO IT! You’re a strong gal” kind of cheerleader in my head. Her voice is growing weak; the droplets are turning into showers. November rain is coming and I’m finally feeling a semblance of peace.