Stay Lit at Perspective

 A Belief This time I am afraid. I didn't text you, Though I had- A parade of words too. Isn't your fault really. It is a consequence  When I failed to accept- The halts really. The last time, I had given more. Then what was asked for. And apparently: I was underestimated more- Than I could hope for. So fear stays, That you too may leave. Because every ending- Begins with a belief. 

  December put a pat on my back. A long quiet hug, And a warm rug. So, I laid down the year's stress. Hold the button- And press, Refresh.  December rubbed its palm on my back Telling me how proud it is- I've turned bigger stones Without turning my back. So, I laid down my head And a story, Everyone has heard, Everyone has said, Hold the button- And press, Refresh.  But do quiet winters too, Smoke beginnings new?  December sat by my side. No conversations, only silence. It knows everything And I've nothing to hide It knows what had happened It knows how I had felt: Kicked below the belt. So, December put a pat on my back.  A warm cup of coffee For the mile in front of me. Asking me,  "Are you not enough smart? Hold the button..." And I pressed, Restart.