Happy Xmas (a poem)

Some memories aren’t memories…

Good morning, dear
it’s Xmas where you are

I’m stuck here on Xmas eve
seventeen hours behind, as usual

I’ve got no reason to think out loud
you’ve got no reason to remember
or pretend to hear the sad songs
I listen to each year

Not once did we spend this day together

(24 December 2018—posted December 25th)


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