Along came November, not a single expectation in sight.
Before was October, skeptical that you’d text, but managing a word here or there.
In September there was some hope, some rebalancing and figuring out where we fit each other.
August was our bittersweet denouement, spending every possible moment together, as if that could ward off my impending departure date.
But July. Oh, July.
Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry, accompanied by photography.
Is this piece fact or fiction? The world may never know–and that’s the fun of Microvember.
Victim to Charm 
Love it! Short and bittersweet.
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Thanks!
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Short is about all I have time to read this month!
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That’s the idea! With NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo, nobody has time to read anything over 200 words. Most of mine for the month are even shorter.
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Oh the anguish! You should write more poetry, this was superb
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I actually do write a lot of poetry but don’t publish much of it here. I’m glad you enjoyed!
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