Merry Christmas To My Broken Heart
eating quietly
watching the mud after the rain
wondering why she ended it
wanting to call her
knowing she will not answer
wanting to email her
knowing that she will not respond
wanting to text her
knowing that she will block me, if not already
putting on a jimmy ruffin 45
that song's chorus defines the current state of my emotions
then the questions come
then more questions come
i will probably be up all night staring at the ceiling as even more questions come
sneaking in from the side is old man regret mercilessly aging me slowly
i guess i got what i deserved, but when momma has cancer,
all personal life happenings freeze like icicle frames
merry christmas to my broken heart
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