Holidays are the loneliest of days
Those days when it is expected not to be alone
Friends all have someones
Family is now spread everywhere but where I sit
Sitting alone listening to the fireworks alone
Knowing that these days are what is expected
Is this the nature of mourning?
Feeling that something is missing?
When does all this change?
Is it possible for it to feel better?
Will there ever be Christmas again?
Will it just grow more empty as the years pass?
The emptiness burns
Tears and sweat mingle
Today there seems little hope
Tomorrow is another busy day