December.

                          Unharmonious music clanged
                       Out of my piano, I lost myself in it
                          I raged in it, then wept in it
                        Though no tears were outside
                                        my eyes

                            I am so alive, so free
                          Yet this still follows me:
                               Had she lived,
                                 I would not
              I took my sister's place in the world
                       And the world forgot

                                      I lived
                            And try as I may
                     I can't help but remember
                    Instead of a birthday in April
             The birthday of my parent's youngest girl
                        Ought to be in December