December was an earnest witness
To my front door slamming,
Your footsteps crunching over snow
Down the sidewalk.
Headlights fade to the east.
I expected not to be held so loosely,
Not to slip through your fingers
Like tiny grains of sand.
Who could have guessed?
Love’s a palpable thing.
The sun sank over the horizon
Hours and hours ago
Leaving a clouded, darkened sky,
No stars shining through that we could see.
We knew what was coming
Shortly after bitter words
And splintered hearts.
One thing was for sure,
December brought the end.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
December was an earnest witness
To my front door slamming,
Your footsteps crunching over snow
Down the sidewalk.
Headlights fade to the east.
I expected not to be held so loosely,
Not to slip through your fingers
Like tiny grains of sand.
Who could have guessed?
Love’s a palpable thing.
The sun sank over the horizon
Hours and hours ago
Leaving a clouded, darkened sky,
No stars shining through that we could see.
We knew what was coming
Shortly after bitter words
And splintered hearts.
One thing was for sure,
December brought the end.