It's Just Not the Same

She's gone;
It was Summer then,
Now it's Winter of '08.
No bottle rockets were cracking
On New Year's Eve Night,
No silly resolutions made,
No arguments were started
On Christmas Day.
Just an awkward missing feeling
On all those holidays.
Grave sites don't even matter
Because it's just not the same,
It won't ever change
Not even some day.
Everybody's coming unwound
Since she's six feet underground.