My December Poems

Christmas card

He wrote her a Christmas card
Poured his heart out
Wrote about how the simplest things are now difficult
And getting paid is like waiting for a miracle

In the card, he wrote
He wrote that he misses her homemade cookies and hugs
And especially the sparkle in her eyes
The sparkle that illuminated his dark nights

He kept writing and writing
Unburdened his soul, relieved himself
And then erased everything
Crumpled the card and threw it away

He didn't want her to worry
That's something he would never want
For her to read about his pain
So he decided to write it all over again

He searched for the perfect words
Looked for something he couldn't find
And she, she was just waiting for his letters
Letters that never arrived