missing you
i miss you three people
a shame your gifts
will sit under a tree
unopened
the tinsel dangling
wafting in the breeze
and no crinkle of paper
no smiling faces
i am missing you
because of hate
mistrust fear angst
self loathing
while i give truth
hope and tenderness
all i receive are
cold emails
i miss you three people
and have no way
to tell you that i do
except this way
pauly hart
Chirstmas eve day, 2012
