December

Come December, 
One year since you spoke,
I won't remember
How I first broke.
Come December,
When everything changed,
I first remember
How free my soul remained.
Come December,
Ready to move on
From the November
Where it all went wrong.
It's December;
I've let go of September;
I'll ignite my ember
Into the words I remember
Until
December
Comes
Again.

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shakespearian12

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