The rain reminds me of you-
The way you were so decidedly undecided.
You swore your life to frivolity and worshipped the gods of physicality.
December reminds me of you-
On that month you stumbled into my life
And awakened in me the true meaning of hedonism.
The way you went on about your life,
The hardships and the self-doubt.
How you longed for death and that life had numbed you.
So you lived on relishing in things that made you feel the most.
I’m hopes to appreciate this life that has been colder than the barren trees outside my window.
I felt for you because we were both students of death, but were too smart to follow his teachings. And now in this December rain, I’m missing you.
I’m still here so you better be, too.