The trees

Covered in lights

Like the ones

That hang around

My bedroom

I glance over

To the tv

The one where we

Would watch movies

And curl up next

To the fire

Why does it always

Feel like this?

Like a cold fist

Grabbing the world

A hard cold fist

And squeezing the

Life out of it

Like how you left

Me that winter night

Snow falling

Saying that

We’re through

The tears on my

Cheeks freezing

In the cold

Into little

Frozen droplets

I would give

Anything for

One more

Movie

One more

Fire

One more

Day

Before you left

And as I look

Up at the twinkling

Lights hanging

Happily around

The perimeter of

My room I think

They will sparkle

And dance

And enjoy the

Holidays

As will you

But my heart

At Christmastime

Will never again