It's Christmas Time Again
It’s Christmas time again and I still here all alone,
waiting for you to call me on the telephone.
I know this year will be harder than the one before,
I can only hope you knew it’s you that I adore.
Your death not sudden, yet tragic to the bone.
I must move on, wipe my tears and start to atone.
The last time I saw your face I knew you wanted to hide,
you seemed so lonely dear sister, but I didn’t expect suicide.
For all the reasons you died in vain I shall remember,
I’ll never be able to forget the thirty-first of December.
It was always you who I wanted to sincerely confide,
you were mossy vines entwined turning tangled up inside.
Forgive me for not helping as well as I thought I could,
your soul so tender, gentle spirit, kindhearted and good.
When you took your last breath my heart stopped beating,
but the memory of your last tears my mind keeps repeating.
I want to learn to let go but I’m not sure if I should,
for if I did then I might forget the ground on which you stood.
Why does this hurt so bad? Shouldn’t the pain go away?
I never got to express the love I always wanted to say.
Wherever you are I pray you are happy and free,
and I beg and plead to please never forget me.
If only you could’ve held on just one more day,
we’d drink a cup of coffee and I’d convince you to stay.
Dancing with angels you are, and I am stuck here on earth,
if only you could’ve seen your true and genuine worth.
But I made a promise to you not so long ago,
that I’d try to swallow all my pain and finally let go.
I shall try to live with joy remembering all your mirth,
not to be haunted by your death, but grateful for your birth.
Move Me, and Others Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Madison Demetros
December 6, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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