December Ends Hitting midnight on the 1st of an age-old December. One in green and one in red both alone found one another on the same page where the rain never stops hitting. The winds blowing In all directions pushing them in each other’s stories. The amber sparks when they touch hands embrace without even thinking. A winter awakening neither thought was possible, but the thought of what does this all mean when the rain stops, and the spring peaks through? They both thought about what happens when this December Ends? Green was always used to seeing crimson. Everyone never asked them what they needed to see some clear? Instead, their eyes always faced into the winters rushing clear waves. But when Green found Red it felt like everything Faded into the winter clear and all that was left was a bed where they held hands. As they laid there Green could not help but think what does this mean when midnight hits on the 31st of a never imagined December? scared to close their eyes out of fear of imaging that this moment will be but a dream when this December Ends? Red always saw paper and silver followed by gold, but voices always in their ear, hands always forcing a connection. Running into a cheating soul after another until Red retreats into the dreams of Green. Red lifts their head and ask what do we do when December ends? Go separate ways to end the story and pretend it was nothing but a winter rained out memory. Tears from both ends, as the chapters turn to another to the next page they both think what do they do when this December Ends? They start to pull away as the clocks get closer to midnight. Both decide on what is right while each know that this ending is wrong. Red leaves the page and Green stay on the same line. Red pauses in the clear as the clock strikes a new Time, but then the rain clears and Green stands in the new clear. Both stand in the ending. They both said as they embraced... Even though this December Ends, the story only begins... Last December
I chose to be alone when the winter rain came pouring in, but I always got a knock on the 24th December. A gift came wrapped for the 25th of remembrance. I felt like the Winter was like my amber it burned me to keep me to myself, though I knew it was you behind the door, the gift it wasn’t until Last December I knew it were you... Last December is all I need to remember that you were always there for me. When you put the lights up and around the tree. I could finally see that you were always there for me. I was murderously blind the winter’s end because I thought that every December just had to be me. A one on me love style, no type of love story. Never thought in December I would be here entangled in a love story. Thought it would end when spring peeked through the winter rain. Though like the weather you were unpredictable. You stayed, kept me in, but always giving me a way to leave and be me. This December is all I needed to see that winters never have to be alone. When the lights go up on the tree I don’t need to be alone to feel free. I opened up early unlike the winter because I thought every December would only just be me. I remember, in came a winter awakening to be honest... Never got the snow, but I always felt the rain. Free on cold December nights didn’t have to find someone just to hold onto until December ends. I always gave a gift to myself, any December I felt right nothing could come and make me believe anyone else was needed. Behind that winter awakening was you, like the rain always there… Last December is all I need to remember that you were always there for me. When you put the lights up and around the tree. I could finally see that you were always there for me. I was murderously blind by the winter’s rain because I thought that every December just had to be me. A one on me love style, no type of love story. Next December, may come faster than the last but when I’m there it’ll feel like forever. Burning like a winter amber. Last December was all I needed to remember that it was always you. This December was I needed to see that winters never have to be alone...
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