Decembers come, Decembers go,
As if they never knew me
Never to come back to me again,
Never to know me again
Stranded where they've always left me
I'm left wondering where they're off to
Whether they found me interesting,
If I made a difference
If they would ever cease to leave me behind,
If I would ever get my own December
Little knowing that
As I deliberate its secrets,
Time deliberates on me.
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