Late Anniversary

She said
November slipped through my fingers
Like sand into the sea.

No exchange.
Just a one-sided view from behind the glass
Before the tidal wave collapsed me.

Another winter starting.
The water seems colder
In the middle of the ocean
The nights are longer, and sometimes
The sun doesn't peak through for days.

There's not much to do but contemplate
A a continued sense of loss
And what it might be like now
If things had turned out differently.

Sometimes those bright, numerous stars
Seem to twinkle in mocking
Sometimes it's hard to see them
Through visible breath.

But it makes me wonder
If the Sagittarius frowns down on me for my role
In letting the drop
Turn into this ocean
In the first place.

Passivity isn't always inactivity

And blind eyes
Aren't always innocent.

November slipped through my fingers
Weightless
Formless
Into the void
And out of sight.