I miss you.
When the world is full of cheers
and lights and life,
I miss you.

When the songs turn wintry,
heavenly, and peaceful as imitation snow,
it aches like an old wound.

I swore I’d have Christmas one more time
with you
this side of stars.

But all the tonic in the world
could not cure you.
And love simply
cannot hold
the weight of time.

But one day, I swear,
time will battle love
and lose!

One day Love will chisel
to bits.

And I won’t see you gasp for air
in my dreams,
ever again.

For dreams
will turn to proper stuff
and rise.

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