have a sip of tea - life at first december

life at first december.

newly proposed,

dreaming of everything wonderful.

it was the dream:

the best job,

a doctor fiancé,

ballrooms and beauty,

friends and laughters.

so why,

so why was it not satisfied?

because it only knew

what it had been taught.

it remembered coming into the world with empty hands,

& leaving the same way.

so did any of it matter?

ily replied:

"as you came into this world with nothing, so you will leave it the same.”

they met in the city that never sleeps,

beneath a fake eiffel tower for gamblers,

where their hearts first learned how to love.

the headless sunshine witch,

a huntress,

changed ily.

is two better than one?

ily remembers that december.

remembers meeting the sunshine, headless witch huntress,

in its full glory.

ily goes back to december all the time.

it felt like freedom.

if only it could go back and make it right.

this is ily swallowing its pride,

sorry for that night.

ily misses the sunshine,

headless witch huntress,

tanned skin,

sweet smile,

full of mischievous in that mind.

so good to ily.

so right.

ily remembers holding it

on that summer night,

the first time ily heard it cry.

maybe this is wishful thinking.

probably mindless dreaming.

but if they loved again,

ily promises

it would love it right.

ily would go back in time and change everything,

but it can’t.

so if there is a chain on its door,

ily understands.

this is ily

swallowing its pride,

standing before the sunshine headless witch huntress,

saying:

“i'm sorry for that night.”

& ily goes back to december.

it turns out freedom

is nothing but missing sunshine, headless witch huntress.

wishing it had realized

what it had

when it was it.

ily goes back to december

all the time.

all the time.

the sunshine headless witch huntress remembers

watching the balloon floating away,

reaching its hand out for ily.

why is it that when ily closes its eyes,

only when dreaming,

crying,

thinking,

remembering?

because the most beautiful things

are not seen,

only felt by the heart,

even if they may never meet again.

& softly, as thunderstorm rains fall down ily’s face,

ily murmurs:

“my sunshine, headless witch huntress, my heart go back to december all the time;”

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