December love

Surprisingly, this poem wasn't written in December, nor was it written on the Christmas eve. It was a spur of the moment ending which I thought fitted the poem really well. Enjoy.

I was unsoundly
in a bitter place
taken by the thoughts
may be you
we spent hours
looking at the stars
and we glitter ourselves
to our spoken dreams
and spoke
of our future
in future
and past tense
pretended we cared less
as of when
it was time to leave
I shall never forget
that night
of Christmas eve

ashraf ishak
10:35 a.m.
4Th November 08'
Subang Jaya