It's been a year now
I wish I could forget

A lot has changed
It hasn't even snowed yet

I believed in the snow
Once filled with hope now regret

Like the red stripped sweater
The first time we met

I can't believe I am left like this
Telling myself not to fret

Searching for what I did wrong
Trying not to break a sweat

Now I'm left with a torn photo Avoiding the sweater like a threat

Praying it doesn't snow
Wishing I could forget

But I can't
I can't forget December

I used to think you sent him to me for a reason

Now I've realized that reason was just a lesson

I don't know where I'm going
or why I'm going
all I know is I am going

I sit in darkness
Staring at the page

I jot down the thoughts
Trying to release the pressure

Sometimes the page is left blank
Because there's nothing else to say

In my writing hour

I always say that I let it slip away.

But that's not really true.

Because unfortunately,
To have let something slip away.

Means I would have had it in my grasp to begin with.