It was cold.
I hated the bus.
I finally got home.
Ready to be us.

But I never got the chance.
I never thought to ask.
I forgot that good things
Can seldom last.

You've always been my moon.
I tried to be your sun.
But sitting here alone,
I'm the only one.

I thought I'd never get the chance
To, once more, hear your voice.
But now, four months later,
I've captured the beautiful noise.

When I got it,
Life was made easier for me.
All because
I now have more than memories.

I try not to think
About that dark day in December.
But, despite my strongest efforts,
I remember.