In the silence of staring
At a beautiful red luxurious Christmas card
Laying on their once well-loved king-size bed
Then looking coldly ahead
As she paused and slowly remembered
A true love
Who was once so caring
But is now hidden amongst the many sleeping dead
With inscribed headboards made out of marble and stone
In the cemetery
Downtown
Laying forever with a bouquet of white Lillies
For company
On his own
All alone
And as she stared longingly out of that open window
Thinking
Where do the dead possibly go
And to what Kingdom
A sudden gust of wind from her backyard
Blew a white feather
Onto that card
Catching her off guard
And reminding her
The world and all its joys which were once theirs
Which now feels so bitterly hard and unfair
Those incredible smiling ones
Tied together with a golden bow of fun
Before came that card on their bed
All the way from Barcelona in Spain
The one sent
With the rising of the sun
But now filled with pain
Before he flew
In it said
Written in gold and blue
Happy Christmas
To you
My beautiful boo
And see you soon
Get that tree up so snow and happiness can reign
Xxx
But he never arrived
He never came
Instead
He died in a car crash at sunrise
But worry not
This is just a piece of fiction
Just a poetic reminder
That you never know your earthly time
So take this as an open invitation
Filled with a supernatural conviction
Try to be happy before fatality breaks you up
For the world’s not as pretty as it seems
This Christmas
Celebrate it
As if it's your last
If you can
Try not to be like one of the lonely people
Baptized forever to sit staring
By the cruel Gods of the Despairing
No more caring
But bearing a heavy load
Perhaps like Scrooge
Painfully pondering
And always wondering
How long
Will the pain they feel
Linger and last
As they live
Cold
Like one of lifes
Lonely outcasts
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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