Back To December

When I first heard this song a few months ago, it touched a chord, perhaps one of those mystic chords of memory which I mention frequently in my blog posts. We all have stood there in the shadows of the closed door realizing what we have lost when cold reality sets in and we are awaken by the cold December wind.

When love has faded like roses on the twelfth day, then memories swirl in our mind of the lost days when love was carefree and so abundant.  A December reality is snowy cool as it relates to the matter of the human heart.

Emotion is fragile.  Like stained glass struck by a snowball of granite the heart can break into a rainbow of pieces lying in the falling snow at eventide.

The melodious sounds of the vesper choir may fill the air, but the broken heart lies buried in the night snows of neglect and fear.  How is it with you this December?

Here are the words written by Taylor Swift.  She is one the most gifted songwriters of the 21st Century.


G. D. Williams       © 2011

Back To December:

I’m so glad you made time to see me.
How’s life? Tell me how’s your family?
I haven’t seen them in a while.

You’ve been good, busier than ever.
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.

Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die.

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night,”
And I go back to December all the time.

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you.
Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine.
I’d go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.

These days I haven’t been sleeping,
Staying up, playing back myself leaving.
When your birthday passed and I didn’t call.

And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
Realized that I loved you in the fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was “Goodbye”.


I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile,
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night —
The first time you ever saw me cry.

Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
But if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right.

I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t.
So if the chain is on your door I understand.


I go back to December all the time.
All the time.