December 6th

She woke up tonight and wondered why.

Remained intoxicated with her life.

Was it ever real?

The walks, the rose, the petals, can she feel?

A guitar playing slowly.

A candle-light dinner just for her.

Life is less than lowly.

Can't feel the pain, this December

She drowned away her thoughts.

But not a tear was shed for she was lost.

Was it ever real?

The chasers after night so she can't feel.

The music fades away.

A table set for two the night's a blur.

Life got in the way.

Drink away the pain, this December.

-Kevin Jackson-