December was remembered for what it brought
Well, more specifically what it stole from us all.
Overwhelmed like a tear in rain –
An engulfing force demanding pain.
Then, colours faded from around
Until there too was no more sound,
  Agony seeped through each room
As flowers too refused to bloom.
What’s left now with no more glee?
Hard to say, you may agree.
  As it came so it went,
  Month followed month
  With no ill intent.
January now, time moves on
Not forgetting what had gone wrong.
One becomes two, and three and four,
Until remembering too becomes a chore.
   Now six later you sit and sigh
   When you know you should instead cry.
You say tears have expired
And are no longer required –
You should be thankful
For what December brought you.