the winter's when
you took your
leave
and I felt
like I couldn't breathe

though you're the one
in oxygen,
fifteen liters of
oxygen
the tiny ball
dancing with
the stream

there's no cure
and you are dying,
and in the lobby,
so am I,

and all
the leaves have fallen
while I don't sleep at night

December fills my heart with joy,
but also makes me cry.