That kiss in December

sitting on the balcony chair,

I remember that beautiful night in November

the wind blows wildly on my hair

as the waves hit the shore

leaves falling down

and branches creating peaceful sounds I now adore

how calming can this be

sitting here alone, thinking of you,

while I stare at this beautiful sea

will the future you and me

share this memory

or will we just be part of each other's past

like a book of poetry

written in cursive

on a piece of crumpled kraft paper

your name will stay in my heart

like how my lips will remember

that kiss in December