After the Holidays

The holidays have come on gone away, The parties, desserts, and relatives too, But something wells up from my chest to say, “More than anything else, my friend, I miss you.” I miss your freckles and your open eyes. I miss your bright laugh and I miss your sighs. I miss the wily plans that we once made, As we worked together and as we played. As years pile up, one upon another, And you drifted away to live your life, As in a blue sky, a windblown feather, You were never meant to be my wife.