He talked of putting down the bottle, whiskey near his arm
I believed in him then
Around the cafe; a cloud of smoke to the side of his charm
He wore that same hoodie
One syllable behind my closed mind
An open mirror to welcome the sound
He could never avoid the need for long
(TWO SEPARATE OR MAKE MORE COHESIVE?)
An evening to meet his friends
Then some backlash to his backout
Under a neon moon, a charismatic force felt smackdown
The same night I'd see him switch out
Had to jumpstart his car
His reflection left town
Reconciliation isn't one with the crowd
I tried to exit through the alley, shadows to my side
His whispered promises clasped my mind
I thought we'd be just fine
Afterall, he had said I was alright
We were a December to remember
...... (NEEDS MORE HERE)
He is a year I can only hope to forget
**NEED TO ADD/EDIT**
Saturday, February 15, 2025
to remember
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