December, one again

Going back in time,
Is not so difficult
As it may seems
All it needs is a diary,
And some written pages
To go through, one after another
To relive those memories
All it needs is a book
Filled with poems,
Reflecting the emotions
We once went through,
All it needs is an
old worn sweater
And Sweet indulgences of
Sleepless nights,
Restless days,
With each new sun
Brought along the
Brightness of
Renewed hopes,
Endless longings
Enchanting conversation,
Fearless endeavors,
And as in this December
Wearing an old sweater,
Writing my diary,
Reading the poems
I wrote in those times,
It dawns on me, how,
Going back in time
Is not so difficult
As it may seems.