No Heart in this Home

Christmas Present

If each tear could coalesce to form you
I would cry more
maybe that's why they fall
to produce you
somewhere out there

If every song could produce the feeling
I felt when I was with you
I would play it again and again
maybe that's why I do
to try and get there

but no matter how many moments pass
you will never reappear
reproduced in front of my eyes
never again

Christmas is here
and you're not
I feel this emptiness
a longing for you

being here brings me back to before
the times we shared
and how I denied you
but you had faith

no one can seem to understand
no one wants to be available to listen
because their own bullshit is too loud
they can't hear above their own noise

so I will cry these tears
I will sing these songs
I will type these words
and talk to those who will give me a moment

to feel 'right' about the world
again