November

I made a promise,
To a girl I never knew,
That I’d see Daddy again,
In November,
Three years later.
Every day I’d miss my opportunity
To prove myself to this strange girl.
And with December at our door
And the sky growing dark
I know I will break my promise to her.
From her I will be severed.
My own choice will prevent me from seeing Daddy this month.
Not yet.
Not for her:
The strange girl I used to be.