The cassette player in my mind
is on rewind.
Flashback starts of the memories I'll remember
and crave to relive it when it's December.

My cold hands awaits your warm touch while
I think of your rants to have the remote whenever I sit on our old couch.
The flowers in our garden has dried
along with you, they left me here alone and died.
I turned eighty three ,
this year I celebrated my birthday with our three children  along with our granddaughter Bree.
They asked me to blow the candle and make a wish,
I hoped you'd come back to life and never vanish.
Your every single kiss
still lingers on my lips.
I recall you said yes ,that december,
I planned our wedding for next november.
At this age, your youth and eyes' saline mischievousness is all I remember.
I can't help but miss you
and wish to see you when it's December .