The Girl Who Weeped Like A Willow

i hate the holidays

i hate being alone
around the holidays,
with no one to give my
special kind of love to.

i don't have anyone to
wear matching Halloween costumes with,
no one to sit next to me on the front porch,
helping me pass out candy to the kids,
walking through a corn maze
wondering which way to go next,

i don't have a special someone to
be thankful for on thanksgiving,
no one to cuddle on the couch with
as we watch the Macy's parade.

christmas is the hardest one of all,
i never get to look for that perfect gift,
for that perfect person,
no one to hold when it's cold and snowing,
decorating the tree alone makes it
even more overwhelming,
i see so many happy couples,
enjoying their happy lives while
i sit next to the tree,
wishing you were with me.

new years, never had a kiss at midnight,
typically laying in my bed alone
with my watery eyes closed.

i've always wanted a valentine,
but no one has ever chosen me,
so I'll buy myself candy and
watch the loving couples as I leave.

easter, not the biggest holiday but
it's one that still matters,
we could plan an egg hunt
that might go on for hours,
fill up on candy and lay
under the sun next to the flowers.

i hate the holidays
because I know...
i'll always spend them alone.