Christas memories/a poem
Red holly berries lay on a snow covered grave, I wipe away the tears, and slowly drive away.
Christmas memories tug at my heart; they are all that remain now that we are apart.
I watch other people celebrating the season, but for my broken spirit I can’t find a reason.
The decorations once merry and filled with light, have lost their magic, they don’t shine as bright.
Everywhere I go I see you there, the pain is too fresh, too much to bear.
Perhaps next year when I look at the tree, time will have healed those Christmas memories.