Man of November

Your intangibility has formed me
into a cliché
Intoxicated in various moments
throughout the day
till thoughts of you wear off

I never let myself believe
the way I had been living
would start to make me sick
in the winter months

the cold clutches me
you are the only man I remember
Man of my November
Father of my intellectual sons

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