december is grief.
quiet, harrowing -
cold.
colder then,
and
coldest now
with you
lying
six feet under.
and
all i want
is to curl up
inside this pain
it feels familiar, close -
closer now to you,
so it seems.
this pain is all we have now of you,
as it seems.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
december is grief.
quiet, harrowing -
cold.
colder then,
and
coldest now
with you
lying
six feet under.
and
all i want
is to curl up
inside this pain
it feels familiar, close -
closer now to you,
so it seems.
this pain is all we have now of you,
as it seems.
