November Trees

You're not a part of my life anymore
It's hard to believe you once were
You and the November trees
that hung its leafy foliage over our heads
as we walked and talked of our dreams
our hopes, our futures, our needs.
And I'm sad to say it's over
but you should've seen this coming.
November trees and the smell of winter coming.
You're not a part of my life anymore
I'm not sure you ever were.
The November trees knew it all along, I think,
but forgot to inform us.
Goodbye.
I leave you alone in the November trees.

~DAQ, 0008.1