Daily missive for Monday the 12th of December.
It’ll be lonely this Christmas
It is not the same
The sky a powdery blue
Rinsed with a wash
Of pink
Which at another time
Would be romantic.
In the pinch of early evening
Trees are alight
Blazing in the dying sun
And sparkling with
Christmas lights
It is a strange madness.
People come from miles
To drive by slowly
A treat for all the family
And warm enough
For walking
Without a scarf and gloves
It is what people love.
But it is not the same
And the curtains
Are drawn closed
Shutting it out
But keeping it in.
Such good memories
An overwhelming threat
One more drink
A little time to think
What to do on that day.
Maybe lock himself
Away
Stay in bed
Sleep right through.
What else is there
To do
On his own
Switch off the phone
And just pray
It will be alright
On the day.
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