December

December and I go a long way, a time in my life when there was liveliness and exuberance but we parted ways only to make me realize how much I’ll miss being lively and lost in its presence. Now here I am, exiled to a city where winter never comes, clinging on to a hope that I too am being missed by December, at least a little if not as much as I miss her and one day I’ll get to return home, to December, to its wintry and frosty yet comforting arms if not as old friends or maybe just an acquaintance; who once were almost as close as lovers…almost! (P.S- First three lines are inspired from another poem but yes rest are my thoughts and feelings)