Some Night in November
In truth, I lost this poem but here’s what I remember.
You say loving me is inevitable
but I don’t see why it has to be
if it’s just going to make you
unhappy.
Don’t take this the wrong way
I want you to be happy.
I want to be able to make you happy,
but only you can do that.
Sure you can say otherwise,
but what’s going to happen when I’m gone?!
I’m sorry there’s no easy trick
otherwise, I’d use every trick
in the whole damn book
just to make you happy.
















