There's wanting and regret The setting back of clocks Forgetting and nostalgia And dusk at 4 pm There's detachment and resolve The poignancy of winter The skins we shed and ones we grow There are scabs There's forgiveness and relief The illusion of indifference A box of notes and keepsakes I can't seem to discard So come on down to my basement room Let's page through this thesaurus And find a better synonym For loss We'll share a glass of lemonade And go through some old photographs And understand that love doesn't die It just changes Well there're hours and there're days There's longing and second guessing An advent calendar's tiny doors Mark progress and control I'm coming to a point Of resignment and acceptance A sort of hibernation A cocoon So bury me in snow Set aside my Christmas presents Wake me up on valentines day And we can try it all again