December, a fleeting moment in time, A month full of memories, both sweet and sour, Reflecting on what's present and what's left behind, My heart overflows with longing and dour.
When I'm alone, nostalgia engulfs my soul, And tears flow freely down my face, For December is just a month, a mere toll, Of coldness and solitude, and an empty space.
Yet December has brought me both joy and pain, A mix of tears and laughter, I confess, And though the streets are lit with lights, in vain, I still feel a sense of emptiness.
I try to believe that things will change, That this month will bring something new, But I know it's just a cycle that will range, And I must be strong, as I've always had to.
December, a month that will come and go, Leaving me with memories of what's been, I'll face it with courage, and let it flow, For in the end, it's just another scene.
