One more
Drive home after Christmas,
Unsure
Quite how much you’ll miss ‘us’.
Each year,
I don’t come for presents;
Moments in your presence –
They’re the gift to me.
Most years,
Nothing really changes.
Still we’re
Friends, but somehow strangers
Lost, yet,
Once a year, colliding –
Never quite deciding
Futures
After,
I’ll review what’s occurred.
Wonder
Whether facts simply blurred.
It happens
Every Christmas –
With new memories made,
But memories fade,
And soon, I know I’ll wonder
When? How?
Were we really laughing?
Was it really dancing?
Will it be more clear –
When Christmas comes around next year?
By the
First day of December,
It’s a
Wonder I remember.
Still I
See you there before me
Think of what’s in store, we
Must make history.
I plan
All that I will buy you –
Maybe,
If I’m not too shy to...
Then, plan
Each part of our journey –
Every twist and turn we
Might take.
I know
You love stories, and themes.
Giving
Life it's perfect extremes.
It's simple, but effective.
So I plan a mix
Of different tricks
To truly entertain you
That way,
I might get you laughing,
Maybe even dancing,
Where I’ll hold you near.
When Christmas comes around this year...
Maybe you would rather stay as friends.
Maybe I misunderstood your clues.
Maybe we should dare,
By risking all the things we share –
Maybe we have no choice but to choose...
Maybe,
I should have conviction –
Write another fiction
Where the future's clear...
Maybe Christmastime next year...
Maybe Christmastime one year...