Lost Christmas

 

I watched her lips touch the glass

Then suddenly fade.

She was gone again.

 

The path stays of where

She traced her fingers through

The snow.

 

I missed those days I spent with her.

Away from home.

Life, the day itself.

 

She was my Christmas, though lost now.

And every holiday I

Happened to enjoy.

 

The snow seemed to have no

Meaning without her

By my side.

 

If anything,

I lost my lip-stained glass.

Traced finger snow paths.

Holidays.

But most of all,

and important.

I lost my Christmas.

Author's Note

I just wrote this and it's from a guy's perspective, not a girl's.
Pretty self-explanatory on what happened, but hope you enjoy it :)

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I can see that the person who was lost had a deep personality. That aspect of their being had so much gravity that it changed how the speaker viewed the season. That must have been one special person. This poem is easy to relate to for that reason; so many of us have lost special people around this time of year.

Your poem brought a few of those memories back to me, if only for a little while. Thank you for that.

[Jeff]

It's very sad, and easily relate-able.

[K.C. Zbryk]

I like how this was simple, but implied so much through the what isnt said. You caught the sorrw behind reflecting back on happier times, letting it spread through the memory like a stain. Brilliant work, and i cant wait to read more.