It was December.
It was December when the cold breeze gradually wore away our warmth,
When safety didn’t mean having to be enclosed within someone else’s arms,
when love didn’t always mean the absence of hurt and harm.
It was December,
When you grew tired of all the songs,
when what once felt right somehow felt wrong
and you can’t help but think that maybe it was, all along.
It was December,
when we thought we’d be okay
and somehow I held on,
but the world got in our way.
It was December,
When we both forgot to remember
all that what we used to fight for
until time turned the flames into ember
and we can’t take anything back anymore.


c.j.r.