December feels a little like the mountains, a little fresh,
and a lot of cold,
somewhat like the smell of old letters,
and rust,
and soft cotton-candy
a bit like the snug blankets, comforting the
soft, pale skin
and vibrant pupils
coruscating
in golden sunlight.
December feels a lot like you,
reticent and yearning,
never to look back again.
december calls for a toast,
to new beginnings,
and maybe not-so-happy endings,
december shall be
a host to all the memories,
memories that won’t ever,
come home.
December will be back
once again,
and one more time again,
till we lose count,
of how many decembers it takes
to forget the ghost of you.
December is when I feel a little bit blue.
~ Kathakali Banerjee
India
Lovely ❤️
So well written…