December

Remember December

when it was end of November

when the year was growing dim as an ember

we stood together, warm and tender

your arm warped around me, soft and slender

it takes me back to last December

Back to July 

when i said good-bye

I felt cold and asked my self 'Why?'

Why? Oh, why did i say good bye?

but now i remember why

I said good-bye

Because in late July...

I came alive