Me In December

me in December is missing. i am found at all other times of the year but right now...everything is severing coming apart in little pieces falling to the floor. shattering i am deaf to it. you are smiling, buying, giggling...drinking singing contemplative i sit watching...waiting, just waiting green red, red green...snow topped mountains it means nothing...when you cant feel it that false warm excited feeling that comes with the holiday. it means nothing to those who cannot hear the music coming from your heart. it means nothing to someone who is looking for more then it is meant. me in December is in mourning i am missing...