Christmas
Christmas is a strange time of year.
I remember when I slid into the intersection.
I’m still alive, I’m still alive.
The EMT told me to breathe.
I did.
And that was that.
I never drove again.
Christmas is a strange time of year.
I used to be able to go to the store.
Now, I get groceries sent to my door.
I used to like to take a walk outside.
But I shake too much, when my feet start to slide.
Christmas is a strange time of year.
It’s been three years since I’ve visited anyone.
And one year since I’ve had any visitors.
The Christmas cards feel strange and empty.
I read each one a couple times.
The EMT told me to breathe.
I promise I will.
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