EVERYONE ABANDONS ME IN NOVEMBER

Everyone ghosts me in November even my grandparents and my greatest lover  and sometimes they come back haunting me in December for once and then they never return . December always asks me to be brave and courageous and resilient enough but till how long? I have seen  deaths, I have seen remorse, I have seen grief , in November and then the tragedy is to expect  that I should be happy in the middle of the month because it's my birthday, like I should be smiling at people dying and people abandoning me , there is nothing poetic about December, actually.

Even my best birthdays were gloomy, sometimes the absence haunts me, and sometimes their presence. Sometimes I just feel that one of  these months would kill me and by death I don't mean complete death, I mean "near to death ".So I could anticipate the " Crossovers of misfortune " Is back to dread me until my very last breath.

Leeza