Raised up, head on pillow. Eyes closed and jaw slack.
Firelight creeping up the wall, midnight
falls across the land. Tears stain each and every pillow.
One last year to see it in,
one last year to see it out.
A round white mint, given to both
child and animal alike. Each drawing on the sugary
energy that bursts forth.
Closed eyes and a smile drawing across the lips,
that devilish chocolate kiss, which
flooded a child’s mind at Christmas time.
The wind that shakes the barley,
the heart that skips a beat,
knowing that you won’t be here today
to meet for one last treat.