“November” By Avi Lohr

By Avi Lohr ’24

November

 

I am a splinter

Part memory, part you

Alone in space

Blowing in the wind

A hazard to those who come near, 

at least,

Until the wind batters me numb and dull

And only once that shapeless apathy is found will I reach the place I’ve been seeking

And then, I know,

I will look back and wonder what went wrong

Where along the way did I lose

My sharp, crumbling ability to love?