Farewell?

The end of the project

Poem: Wishing for a White Christmas

I only remember one white Christmas
And being so excited Santa brought snow
It’s one of those few recollections
When you believe Christmas magic is real

Poem: Christmases Past

It’s that time of year to bring out old boxes
Filled with trinkets of years past
Locked away after each Christmas
To try and save their magic for another year
That they still possess inside their fragile frames

Poem: Delicious

lips taste like Christmas
of cinnamon and cloves
sweetest memories

Poem: Old Christmases

It’s Christmas time in the city
I’m feeling lonely on the streets
There’s no trees in the windows
Only a few scattered lights
Usually I love the vibrance here
This time of year it makes me feel

Poem: Obscure Melancholy

I often think to a Christmas long ago
Sitting at the adult table with a runner of gold
Two glasses in and reclined in my chair
Listening to voices that soon wouldn’t be there
The deep hold of etherness seizing me
That some Christmas will be the last Christmas

Poem: Playground of Ghosts

The hours of sunlight have long past
I’m here in the places where nobody comes
Once street lights are on and the kids have gone home
The silence of daylight still echoes here
But I can’t hear it over the memories I’m replaying

Poem: Idle Days on the Patuxent

The rain in Seattle makes me miss the east coast
With summers so hot you melt outside
Those brutal days are worth the warm nights
Where we would drink beer on the hood of your car
Watching the tide roll in lapping at the sand
As we skipped rocks shattering the stars

Poem: Found in Plain Sight

Slender paper burning
Wisps into the Kansas night
Carrying away my memories
On thick dank fumes

Poem: Disappearing Girl

There’s footsteps in an empty hallway
Laughter in abandoned rooms
A hidden smile that is invisible
All belonging to the disappearing girl