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- CAZ
- Jul 13, 2017
- 1 min read
The End of November
As we near the end of November,
I gaze from a fifth floor window
Downwards at the frigid and eager
Students awaiting their tardy buses
So much hope, it would seem
But a month ago I could have seen
Awake and alone at two in the morn
I try Sudoku and NyQuil, chasing a sleep so warm
And so, a project begins
Through love and through boredom
I see these people living
From stumble to trip, and trip to fall
As we near the end of November
I sit alone, with my back to the door
Hoping that no one will knock or call
Yet sitting and waiting for anyone at all
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