10 Years.

It is November.

I am lucky, I have a therapist this year.

I am lucky, I have medication this year.

It is November.

10 years. 10 years.

I am lucky.

I am lonely.

It is November.

More tears this year.

More pain this year.

It is November.

Too much change this year.

My thoughts are scared this year.

10 years. 10 years.

It is November.

No gain this year.

You are still gone this year.

10 years of wear and tear.

10 years gone this year.

It is November…

I am still here… still here.

Dad. I am still here…

You hear?