october yearns for me in halls of sadness,
in the amber glow of burning candlelight,
as it readies me for hibernation until april,
winter always makes me want to hide away

yet this year, I want to intertwine our solitude, and wrap it up like a present we eventually share,
so that I can gift myself,
the warm embrace of someone whom was once a stranger, at any possible time of need

though, december is closing in on me,
and with it comes isolation,
I suppose that it is time to be alone again,
for the new beginnings of january