You have the longest hours of each day compared to the rest of the year.
You have the densest air compared to the other months.
You're the coldest too as the Holiday cheers go on.
You're like me. I want to slow down, and yet the world wants to speed up.
No time to have slower mornings. No time to have warm restful nights.
I don't celebrate you, and neither do you.
Despite holding space for my birth, we have no affinity.
Dear December, my cells recall. In your days, I lost half my heart.
In your days, my heart recalls the pain.
And yet, Dear December, you demand, more than I can offer.
I ask of you to hold me warmly.
Offer me your compassion; that I may live differently in your days.
That I may be, even when I can't.
Dear December, for all of my years, we'll be together.
Dear December, when will I fall in love with you again?
