Remember me long after December ends.
Even In Match sunny days, hold my last treads in your heart
Quietude descends in April mid, a glaring scar to never fade.
Under May’s gloomy bloom, a boutique, leave at my memory stone.
In November’s dusty dusk, say a prayer for my soul.
Eternal rest I now enjoy in the city far beyond.
Morning comes and Mourning goes, may our memories ever stay.