december

But it isn’t meant to be

She sees

a small face inside a camera screen.

This call she waits to start

This touch she tries to remember

Is something that she craves

But won’t feel until december.

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Lost in confusion and pain

She clicks

lost in love and drained of energy.

Hearts pulling at the seams

Hearts talking, searching for the means

To feel something they crave

But won’t feel until december.

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Hours go by

She talks

still searching for reassurance.

Heart hurting, but still yearning

And never ceasing that truth

Through the cold nights of december.

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But it is meant to be

She sees

their love growing so deep.

This bond she does feel

This smile she does remember

Is from the man she will see

“Till then my love, in december.”

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song: Anchor by Novo Amor