November 8

Was there a day I didn't know,
Before the wind and rain and snow?
Your voice transcendent, brace my heart,
November 8 was but the start

Was there a time I didn't see,
Magnetic pull we couldn't flee?
Your words abound, ignite my soul,
December leaves behind the cold

Was there an hour I didn't fret,
Of things that haven't happened yet?
Escape to Westport getaway,
March storms blow winds another day

Was there a moment stuck in time,
Your hand was not yet laced in mine?
Or was our destiny in stone?
Together, not to stay alone