Bye

Every December I’m forced to say farewell
To rehearse a memory without colour
Of you, of Asabe, of you again
Of the black Christmases I’ve had to bear

I have come with grief and a shovel
Maybe I’ll find you, her and some truth
Time has not stopped me from looking
Every December I’m forced to say farewell

It still rains every time I say your name
The dreams still come at night
For them, I am ready to fall asleep
To rehearse a memory without colour

The dark cloud has come full circle
This year it holds a rainbow
A ring of light and a golden bow
Of you, of Asabee, of you again

I’ll think of you and thrive
Weave In the pain until when it’s glory
Until every sad picture evaporates
Of the black Christmases I’ve had to bear

Vera