As I walked down the dark street, unaware of the people who took the lead.Somewhere in the middle of December, not precisely do I remember. Thoughts of her crossed my mind, thoughts that I’d left behind. Remembering the first meeting,the cup of tea, the soothing walk across the sea. Tears shed, the joys we shared, promises made, the way we cared. Realizing things weren’t how they used to be, it was the memories that got the better of me.I know time will soon do the mend, the dark night will soon have to end, but for now the darkness stays, and so in my dreams she still slays.