Remember, remember the first of December
Remember that it was I who sought out to save your wretched soul - when no one else would
Remember that all the kale and spinach, we ate, was for the boys
And just because they could undress us with their eyes meant that we were anything less
Remember that we choose to live in the today, just so that we can witness tomorrow's dismay
Like we did on the fourth when we fell upon a fresh pair of eyes
We learnt that we fell too easily for anything that glistened in our direction
Though we didn't view it as a setback because we learnt that while good things came in two, so did bad things
Remember that on the tenth, we became content with watching death descend upon the leaves
In that period, I sulked about losing my favourite jeans, losing a friend and my favourite ring
It's not a misconception that all our devotion and commitment is placed in temporary things
That we wish for temporary luxuries, for temporary happiness, for temporary friends
Remember how I told you - I'd wrap myself up in a tight box if it meant sailing through this insufferable world
If only I'd known, then, that scars don't heal too evenly
I would have tried my best to save you from becoming junk
Remember that when everyone else discarded you as a wash of the past
I saw you as a friend, a searching soul
And though boys judge us on looks
You made your presence known on the eighteen
Before plunging into the abyss on the twentieth
Make your presence known now
Disregard your unkempt self and become tomorrow's today, leaving yesterday, a concealment
Remember, remember the twentieth of December
When you handed life back its lemons
When you left me, on my own, drinking kale by myself, for myself
Oh, how it depresses me, that boys have been raised in a society that demands they neglect the needs of a woman
To fulfil their own
That they too will have a daughter, like you and me
And they'll have to witness this cycle, be implemented on their daughters
Remember the winter splints beneath the tree
The autumn of the twenty-ninth
Our bitten fingers and lost prints during our first drunken night
A distraction and an ever fading craving of lukewarm water
In the darkness of the night
Where we spoke in universal languages
On the road untaken
With our unsmoked cigarettes, not consumed by the trend
This was to be our last journey
Remember on the twenty-second, when life paid us a second chance
Know that I harness no regrets of reviving you because
Of the numerous sleepless nights, you spent dealing with my troubled self
Now we will create new memories
I don't know where we will go
But for now, we script for improvements
Leaving unfinished wine in the sink
So we can avoid the rolling hangovers of the twenty-third
In the anguish of something old
We now sit inspiring a new movement
To leave our teenage waste lives behind
We yearn for new skin
But while we wait for its growth
We are here laughing at you, at me
Because we are one
Because we are ourselves, once more
And that will have to suffice for our little world
