December 30th

Do you remember?
The way that we were, before you left on your own
Lover in a geranium dream
We walked down crimson coves

I stole a rose from the graveyard
I was scared, to give it to you
And I threw it away

In December
I stood in the garden and looked at the sun
Do you remember?
The things that we said, when we slept in your bed

Held you close to the sunrise
I was scared, you drifted away
As I touched your face

Lost inside of your world
Beyond your eyes
In the morning we rose