The past we seek

Some certainty

The seasons we remember

The light of May...and darkest days

The month we call...November



To leave behind

The wasted time

And every bad decision

...and harder still

Some force of will

To feel we are forgiven



But something stays

So who am I to say

There's nothing more between us

...and I don't know the reasons



Nothing's clear

I've come to no conclusions

Said and done

Is it all said and done?



So here we are

Not very far

From when we said

Forever

...and all we have

This restless past

This month we call...

November