One Yesterday with You

In the quiet hush of a winter's eve routine. Fireplace embers glow and tinsel half

strung on the tree. Your voice hung carols from the hall,

steady and warm. A promise of joy in the rhythm of family days.

Then in the dead of night, a week shy of Christmas dawn. The phone shattered

silence, a fracture in the frost- kissed air. Sirens pierce the

dark world unmade in a breath. And in that endless hour, tomorrow's fled into

the cold unforgiving night. Oh, if the stars could rewrite the

script of fate. I'd trade many of my tomorrows for one yesterday with you.