This Christmas
Through my eyes the sky a piercing blue
no clouds to be found, drifted away
I’ve absorbed all the darkness, all the grey
it is there but can’t be seen, but it is felt
not many days left until
all will be clear and bright again
the tears choked back, so hard to swallow
will it be different this year,
the last was no white just black and blue
the memories of better years
the gifts you made, the gifts you gave
I can see and feel untying the bow
there, cupped in my hands was your heart
now, looking down all has disappeared
you took it back and there at my feet
is mine, where you dropped it and
left it, covered in scars without a beat
what will happen in the years to come
will I see these times differently or
just memories of what I thought was there
how to move forward when in reverse
the carols don’t matter much anymore
the colors of the paper, dull and brown
no bright bows to package the love
mistletoe that is empty of a kiss
drying and withering hanging on a string
so many feelings, no holiday cheer
the tears of joy and happiness long lost
Hope is all that will exist,
nothing different, just the same
maybe all that is meant to be will be returned
next year
Flight of the dragonfly 