Fifteen Miles from Christmas Day

You're fifteen miles away. I held the times in my head. Seven weeks before

the day, twelve o'clock, half past three. Just to see you, nothing else.

No pressure, no reason to stay. Christmas lights still on the wall, like I thought you'd

come my way. I've been waiting quiet years, holding space, holding hope.

Trying not to disappear, trying not to let it show. I don't wanna be fitted in.

I don't wanna be spared. I just wanna matter once on a day we're meant to share.

I love you more than pride or pain. That's the truth I couldn't change. But it has to be

Christmas Day or something here has to change. Your present's still beneath the tree