December
It’s the first of December
The month where it all began,
The beginning, And the end.
The month when you told me
you loved me.
And the month you ended things.
So here we are again,
the third time
in the month of December.
I’m waiting to see
what the story will be.
So I can determine...well,
If we are meant to be.
December//adaly
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