Woes of December

Once there was you; still, there is me
Along with you gone all the glee

Happiness fled, all the woe remain
Thy lingered smell drives me insane

Now silent echoes haunt my mind
Memories of our timeline confined

Now the void is all I feels
As my heart slowly congeals








Maybe not everyone will be exactly read this poem and interpret the same meaning as I did while writing but I hope we share the same feeling through this poem.