Chase Coy - November

Do you remember,
The chill of the air in November?
The autumn breeze wrapped us in blankets
And we held our breath and closed our eyes.

Do you recall that,
We thought it would all last forever?
The days of our youth and the weather,
And the love that we wore on our chests.

But all good things must end.

Do you remember,
Watching the sunset together?
The rays of the sun lit up
Every last one of the memories we held in our fists.

Do you recall that,
We always swore that we would never,
Forget all those days and the weather
That led us to display our love on our chests?

But all good things must end.

And we both knew
That we were just making the poorest excuses,
Like we all do,
Just to feel like we have something solid to hold onto.