October November Remember

Your sharp teeth and wit are leaving me

Without breath that I thought I'd never need

If only you could see the stars in my eyes

Your ellipsis's and my late flights would be meaningless

Your stature and poise are like a loaded gun

You had everyone on to their knees 

The north shore is only an abyss 

Without your skipping stones

The silhouettes that you keep you up 

Are the same that scream your name

I am without sleep for days

Wheres the fairness in our immature antics

If I was a poet I'd write to the ocean

I'd tie up every loose end with a simile 

I'd make life a linguistic masterpiece

I'd swoon you with a work of genius 

If only once you'd fall to your knees