Forgetting my reflection
and you were just a thought
losing sleep as widows weep
reminded of what they lost

and how i lost so little
as life without a cost
and how i see your face each time
a window captures frost

and how i started thinking
and you made it there
the more i start to notice
the less you seem to care

You’ll make memories without me
and I won’t make a show
Sleeping on the morning’s back
watching daylight grow

It’s December in the morning
It’s December in the night
It’s December in the darkness
It’s December in the light
It’s December as it always was
and as it’s always been
It’s cold and it is quiet
and I have let it in.