I carry my memories of you
In a cabin bag stashed in
The overheard compartments
And in them are the missed birthdays, the
"Can't have it both ways"
The years that I'll never get back.
And when I told you I'd missed you
You hugged me - I thought
All my broken pieces would mend.
But it turns out the person who
Left you to fly
Is never the person to hold when you cry.
And I'll talk to you again this Christmas -
Five minutes of joviality,
Goodwill and cheer.
Because we're actors
and performers.
Boxers in corners-
Just encores with insecurities.
I'm twenty five, could be a parent myself
But I'll cry myself to sleep this year.
Or drink wine in the bath,
And have the last laugh,
Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year!
