December

It’s December and there’s no snow on the ground
I stop and a light a cigarette
I hear a local bar play our song
It takes me back to when you were mine
Smiling at me with those bright green eyes
I wonder who you’re with tonight
And if she knows you the way I do
Does she know you’ve loved Fleetwood Mac since you were five?
Does she know you hate the color grey?
And does she know how much you once loved me?
I walk towards the bar while our song ends
It’s December and there’s no snow on the ground

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