Missing You This Christmas….

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I can’t sleep, everything I ever knew is a lie without you.

I cant breathe when my heart is broke in two, there’s no beat without you.

You are not gone, but you are not here.

At least that’s the way it seems.

Missing you isn’t the hardest part.

Knowing that I once had you is.

I miss you a little,

I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day.

4 thoughts on “Missing You This Christmas….

  1. I was doing ok – trying hard not to miss the person I love at Christmas and then I was driving to work this morning. They played “Every Year, Every Christmas”, by Luther Vandross. OMG – The tears welled up in my eyes and I had to myself to breathe in and out to stop the surge of heartfelt pain of loss. It is tough for the lonely.

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  2. The Innocent #1

    There, at the rock, the innocent stands waiting
    for what she’s not sure, but she knows the
    man she once dreamed of could not be out
    fishing until two in the morning, nor could her
    busy parents be lured away from the fields by
    the promise of money, nor her dreams fulfilled
    in the rice paddy, nor will some Batman, half
    hero, half millionaire show up, nor will wearing
    a yellow, pleated mini-skirt and pumps attract
    the type of guy she wants to spend the rest of her
    life with. She doesn’t see a salamander popping
    its head up above a fallen leaf. She hears the owl
    call his hunting call instead. Fog dampens night.
    She can’t explain why she knows this is the place
    she is meant to wait. She can’t relax or even sit
    without the pain of growth spurts ruining her
    yearning. No hikers present themselves, no slow
    moving conversations, so she marches back down
    to her lonely room, sits reading by a new lamp,
    listens to her parents snoring, fully aware of time.

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