Here, here on this second day of eleven
Strangers were we when last we were here
It seems prehistoric like yesterday
'Tis only a year since.
The shadow you threw at the walls
Elusive of my luggage
Warned me of what was to come
I knew it then
But I didn't listen.

I was a child lured into a van
Promised candy and electronic toys
Blindly I followed you down there
I opened my mouth and let you reach inside
Thinking you'd embrace my heart
The shadow you beat on the ground screamed
Mama told me not to talk to strangers
I knew I shouldn't
But I didn't listen.

A turning point, you could say
The greatest day in 22 years - the worst as well
Hindsight has a funny way of doing that.
I try to remember so I can close my eyes and see you anew
I try in vain to forget, wishing you never had come.
The shadow you hurled from the train
Taught me you can't divide by zero
I knew I couldn't
But I didn't listen.

Here, here on this second day of eleven
Three-sixty-four and a quarter gone
Shamefully I share this secret, exposing my soul
Hiding behind 6,000 miles and a backlit screen
Fearful of unkind response
The shadow you bless on another's stoop
Advises to shut up and listen
I know now it was right all along
And I am listening.

I am listening
But November is silent.