Have I ever found you and then lost you again?
But moments seem distant, blurry
brainwashed emotions lingering late at night
with three glasses of red mellowing what might
a better night to be, only if I hurry
and scribble down the lines.
Have I ever lost you and then found you again?
Then here is November in Spanish noviembre,
time passes quickly and then others die
but were left behind in another life
that I won’t remember for fear of the pain.
Let me face my winters, another diciembre
then let’s celebrate yet another year
with more to remember and more to forget.
Have I ever lost you and then lost you again?