December

At night

I stare out the window

Thinking

About the bitter

Sweetness of

Your arrival.

 

Tomorrow you’ll

Be back

And as I watch moths

Dancing in the soft

Glow of the streetlamp

I wonder why

I’m holding back tears.

 

I should be happy

I scold myself

Blinking rapidly

But still there is a

Heaviness in my heart.

 

This year is different.

Instead of snow

And frost and warming

By the fire, I face

Another month

Of sun and rain,

Three showers a day

And sleeping in the aircon.

 

I’m trying to muster

Some kind of enthusiasm

But my hearts not in it.

 

‘You’ll be better

When you’re less tired’

She says

 

But sitting alone at night

I find myself

Begin to despair.

 

I look at the clock

And swallow my morbid

Surprise.

 

Six minutes to December.

Reviews

[EMP]

okay that posted a blank review... what the hell?
it basically said I LOVE THIS. and i love the imagery used and this is definitely going in my favourites. i love the verse 'this year is different...' and the last line is reeeally powerful. ooft. love it. this better f*****g post.

[Beatrice Mars]

..What Beth said. Love it xx

[EMP]