It’s Christmas

It’s Christmas and I can’t stop crying
And I try and look at the pretty lights
And the beautiful snow
And listen to the music
And something about Ho Ho Ho
But it just doesn’t work
Something is broken
And I don’t know
If I can go
To the eggnog party, Patricia
Because I have a large crack in my heart
And it’s supposed to be Christmas
And my world is different
Because she’s gone
More than one empty chairs
And I don’t even want to sit at the table
No matter how festive the candles are
Or how pretty the greenery is
It’ll just die tomorrow anyway
Dark dusty green needles on a white tablecloth
And all I can think of
Is my mother would’ve used fake
So they wouldn’t fall apart
And I try not to do the same

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