November Remembrance

Hi.

hello.

Just calling to ask about the dog

and the star.

They’re still there I know.

But I’d like to hear

about that odd dog that kn

awed at your basket in the field

and I want to hear about our old star. The

one that sat on the tip of the spire

at 10

after the lecture.

small and obedient

peering around in

quiet adoration.

Hiya.

I just remembered now

I didn’t take you up on that offer

to grab milkshakes in November.

Do you remember?

I was utterly slated at the debate.

Didn’t matter much - you still laughed in

the corner at my weak points and

weaker responses with golden cheeks

and at my red-cheeked moments of late.

I will admit

I was too young.

You, too champagne eyed

so I winced at the thickened air

and walked along the dark

empty

lung-clearing path to the dorm

flippant.

You went, a little wounded.

God, I wish I was braver then.

Sorry. Hi yeah.

just checking

that you got the last message?

Maybe I was a little too much,

Funny that. I never was before!

stop. So I want to see you again

maybe. Sometime before that

obedient star finds another ledge

to perch on. God he was clever.

Always knew a good thing when

he found it.

No matter. We can find him,

perch on a new security,

however extreme,

and eradicate the platitudes.

Misty eyed and breathing

in the wide night. Humbled with quiet adoration.

Honouring our November Remembrance.