| Air of December What do you do when the only one who can make you stop crying is the one who made you start to cry? �I walk with the air of stablity. �But my heart stumbles at your heels. �My waking conscious no longer plagues me with thoughts of you. �But in my twisted, sleepless slumber my subconscious is riddled with phrases of you. �My ears no longer ring with your British accent. �But sometimes I falter and I hear your pregnant pauses. �I close my eyes and strain to remember what your eyes look like but thier impression is no longer burned on the back of my eye lids. �But in my dreams I can recall your ever changing eyes. �I say I am over you but what do I make of the fact that you are the only thing I can dream of. �I believe I am ready to embark on a new relationship but I try to find someone like you I always come up empty handed. �I feel complete when I am with you. �Though it has been awhile since I have been in your arms I still remember like the air of December what it felt like. �I love you so much but I know now is not the time. �I wonder if you are feeling the same or if you are loving someone else. �One day someone will stop my tears but will he ride in on an air of December? |