Midnight Snow, Just a Frame

I'll sit and listen to the Christmas songs. The snow soft

static coming low. Wishing you were here beside the fire. Thinking about the

memories we let go. Oh. Mm. The carols fade

into a whisper. A silhouette in the frosted window. I trace the

cracks where the light broke. Counting every breath that's missing. Midnight snow

drapes the empty mall. Your echo rides the silent carol.

With a dose of a Christmas that never came. Flickering like the neon sign.

Just a frame. Do you hear the sleigh? It's just the