November dribbles - 6

Looking for her
in the fields
evergreen
in the leaves
going brown
in the gray
olden town
in the way
that you frown
at me.

Looking for you
under memories
of words
That you say.
You’re not her
See you’re looking
for me but she’s
gone
and the memory
fades.

Giving thanks for memory

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