The Month of November.

You found me in October.

I believe that month holds magic.

Pumpkins and bats hanging out.

I'm telling you it was fate to meet again.

We fell in love early and easily.

During the month of November.

I wish we could have it back.

I'd do anything to stay in that time.

Those eight hour phone calls.

All those pictures we shared.

Let's live in mid November.

Bring it back to me.

Scrolling through old messages.

Wanting to jump into them.

Don't pull me out because I'll fight you.

Because in December it started changing.

During late January you pulled away.

You starting leaving in February.

By March you were gone.

I wish we could go back to the month of November.