Coming home.

The snow fell for the
first time this winter and 
what used to be a celebration 
of simple things gone perfect now 
just makes me think of you and me, us, 
all                        the                        time.

As a child it was a sign
that winter was here and 
good things were to        come. 
But I 
cannot 
share my tea with you, 
but we 
cannot 
dance with the snowflakes,
there is
no way to
s  p  r  e  a  d  holiday cheer 
across a country that 
has no care for what would be 
if it would 
only 
               just 
                           shrink.


Just this once.