It’s the most wonderful time of the year,
But it isn’t the same without you.
I wish you were here.
~
Tinsel and garlands bring cheer,
But it’s not the same on a tomb.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
~
Carols that ring loud and clear,
But there’s a longing under the tune.
I wish you were here.
~
Presents stacked in a tier,
But none of them are for you.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
~
Feasting with those who are dear,
But an empty chair is in view.
I wish you were here.
~
Holiday spirit is near,
But I can’t seem to make it ring true.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
I wish you were here.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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Comments (5)
So do I. The holidays are rough.
perfectly based on now a day situations..
Melancholy and beautiful; this is really well done and relatable.
This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic poem!❤️
This made me so emotional! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️