Written on a single date, "November Two," this poem is about the stubborn afterlife of a breakup. The speaker is still counting the nights since her heart was broken, and she can't seem to stop. During the day she stays busy with ordinary chores like cleaning, cooking and washing, which she links to "being a woman." The nights are different. Once things go quiet, memories of him come flooding back.
What makes the poem honest is how mixed her feelings are. She admits the love destroyed her, yet she also calls it the best thing she has ever felt. She knows that missing him has become a habit and that it's bad for her, but she can't let go. The ending is the sharpest moment: nothing he could have done would make her hate him. The mood is tired, sad and quietly confessional, with a sense of being stuck in a feeling she can't leave behind.