Lights glare as I step into the yard
Everybody's smiling at me
So proud of what's to come.
With a cold one in my fist,
I return the warm gesture,
From eye to eye,
'Til all have been satisfied.
Sweet greetings of embrace,
Kisses on the cheek,
Joking about the past,
Pondering on the future.
This is all a distant humming in my ears,
For all I can imagine is your gentle whisper.
You haunt me, like the ghost of christmas past.
Your stare pierces through my sights
Like the brightest of stars.
Your touch soothes my aching wounds
And keeps me young and joyful,
Happy to be alive so that I can know you.
You are a rose.
Your distance is your thorns.
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