February

February

It's getting close to February

And I can feel the frost

Nipping at the poetry we lost

All the streets are bare now

And the trees are still

As they endure the old familiar chill

Find something to hold on to

Somewhere to call home

These aren't the days to spend alone

February comes

Memories

Slowly turn numb

Belief thaws

Without a cause

To hold

We're left in the cold

Where are all the evenings

By the fireside?

Where has all the solace gone to hide?

Deep in hibernation

Buried in the snow

Lies the mirth that I had come to know

Find someone to hold on to

Somewhere to call home

Please don't conspire to be alone

February comes

Memories

Slowly turn numb

Belief thaws

Without a cause

To hold

We're left in the cold

And next year

When all the lights go out

I'll find

Something to hold onto

Somewhere to call home

I won't spend February alone