it was december
a time that should be filled with love and laughter and the warmth of friends and family
with the gorgeous feeling of a hot cocoa by the crackling fire, the flames music to one's ears
except
it wasn't like that
not at all
instead, the month was filled with pain and longing
painful memories filed away resurfaced, and once again one had to face the stark reality
that you truly were gone
and you weren't ever coming back
your sweet laughter would never escape those beautiful lips of yours again, the world would never be blessed with the soft nothings of your voice
it was tragic
a hard time
but
you did well
YOU ARE READING
of stars and lost dreams
Poésiejust a simple, small book of bits of poetry, small things I've written over time