December has a blistering passion
It nips at your skin with a mutual disdain
Harsh wind dances with silver crystals
Things are spiraling out of control
It must be a dream, held together by a fine thread
Tears are forced back as three little words are uttered “worthless”
Words of venom pouring out, with anger, onto a chapped surface
You’re world is shattered, now you stand alone
at the train station

It’s been a week since the confrontation
Unconsciously, your arms extend to hold a sleeping lover
They meet cold unmade sheets
Drenched with their intoxicating aroma
You no longer have the urge to get out of bed
Because no one stands by the stove for you to wrap your arms around
No one is in the kitchen making breakfast
No one will greet you with a kiss

Now, you stand on the balcony
A blanket of snow falling on your shoulders
A sharp breathe of air gnaws through the ache in your chest
It blisters your lungs with a bitter, bolstering burn  
It’s intolerable how patterns being to emerge
No matter how it starts, it always ends the same
Obliterating how it’s bewitching
To miss the sunflowers is to miss the forget-me-nots
So you close your eyes as the sheets are pulled above your head
And try to get away from December

You’re forced out of bed today
Convinced to go skating
Blades slide across the ice
Let it take control as you watch people walk by
They carry shopping bags
Would the perfect gift get them back?
Your chest constricts unnaturally
It’s time to go home, time to forget December