before november ends

may these flightless winds whisper my words to you who felt hollow. all these flowers and leaves wither with a reason—letting go, perhaps, of everything shallow. when autumn passes and november ends, everything will be fine. i am sure of it. for the present is only but a fleeting moment and tomorrow is filled with endless iridescence you'll see me again along with the breeze of winter and i will hug you so tight no one had ever done. i love you so much always remember that