December

December rolls in,

Come here, hold my hand.

Let me save this warmth

In a jar that will on my table stand,

While I would await.

Alone, under the stars.

Deserted, in the rains.

While wind would wrestle in your hair,

Where my fingers once did find place,

It would be my sleep, my peace blown away.

Remembering your whispers,

I will shiver, and fall.

Without your arms to catch me.

But closing my eyes, I will forget it all.

And find myself in your embrace again.

Your voice would be mine,

Guiding me through the distance.

Your words, your thoughts, mine yours.

But, oh, what a terrible way of existence,

No sun, no moon, no air.

Time is all we don't have.

Another leaf has fallen.

Another petal now brown.

Another moment has passed.

Another thought in mind drowned.

Let it go, let it go.

Time is all we don’t have.

Wake up, and realise,

Desire is another ever-binding trap.

A glance, a touch, an embrace.

None too many, none too less.

Just enough to save me now.

Just enough for sanity to efface.

I counted wrong, a long while ago.

I counted one too many.

The ever ticking clocks that glowed in the dark.

No, time doesn’t wait for any.

Collecting names and moments

Alone, I will. Alone, I shall.

Moments of end sooner here. 

Dementia, oh how you me enthrall.