Awaiting February.

February,

I yearn your arrival,

With you comes the end,

With you comes relief.

January,

I await your emptiness,

Bringing forth time to rethink,

Bringing forth space to open new doors.

December,

I welcome your finale,

Forcing the closure of one story,

Forcing the closure of my heart.

November,

I will embrace you with open arms,

Hoping for a shift in winds,

Hoping for something better than what's in my heart.

October,

I dwindle in you,

Finding the truth behind each face,

Finding my way through it all.

September,

I release you,

Just as i must let go,

August,July,June,May,April,March,February,January,December,November,October,September & August once more.

More than One Year,

All for nothing?

Nay,

I mustn't think so,

For too late the clock has written it's testaments.

If so,

I can but only pray,

February,

Steal me away from myself.