I can imagine a hundred ways
Of wishing you well;
And anxiety has me
Under her breathless spell.
I concoct words to try
To see, if you feel the same;
But you must have by now
Quite buried my name.
I remain your first love
So, I wish to wish you:
Here’s hoping then
You find another love this true.
(I know you’ve read my text
And yet you choose not to reply,
You let me down one last time
I now will cease to try.)
Can it still be my favourite month,
When all I do is remember
The time I was happy and festive
Once, in the month of December?
I think of how it won’t be the same,
How there won’t be cookies and cake;
And, amidst the lights and angel hair,
Will lurk one, shadowy heart break.
I wonder, as this season prevails,
If you let yourself remember,
The love, laughter and kisses we shared,
By the ending of December.
I know the cold will seep in deeper,
It’s the first since you went away;
But just maybe, as the Tree shines bright,
Life shall let smiles in another way.
Every time I think I am getting over
you,
A friend comes home
And says,
”You’re better off, boo”;
Or
an underwear
You
left
behind,
Sneaks out of our drawer,
And fucks with my mind;
Or
I see some guy
Walking down the street…
And I am reminded
of your
Hair,
or eyes,
or gait,
or feet –
And, no matter what therapy I have gainfully employed,
You
descend on my heart,
And I find it
destroyed.
Hearts Still Care 
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