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There is a light, 

one small glimmer. 

It flickers like the flames, 

fighting the darkness. 

Dim, 

Every day that year 
I would look up at the sky 
At night it was black and blue 
With white stars 
Glowing bright above 
The Marfa lights 
The streetlights glowed 
Bright and bold

I have taken this path time and time again 

But why does this time feel … 

Longer and bitter. 

For what it seems like I am stuck. 

Take me on a drive. 

I'll roll the window down, 

stick out my hand, 

let it 

soar through the air, 

fly on the speed, 

fly on the wind. 

The leaves fall down like routine, 

Their colors crisp and brown. 

I want to freeze this moment

When November comes around.