• November

    This is based on a short story I had to read in high school. No clue what the story was, but it mentioned JFK’s assassination, so I thought I would post it today since it’s just a few days after the anniversary of his death. As darkness fell As the street lights flickered on As the white snow fell And turned to gray On a wintry day On a November night The day the President died I cried not for him. Instead my tears Were for another I cried for a friend A friend I lost. I felt my sadness Welling inside me Pushing itself to the surface To flow…