What joy in a single
message
when received on Christmas
eve
having spent months in total
numbness
feeling not even the breeze of
wind
A single message short of
wonder
results in tears down cheeks
anew
She must possess the wand of
magic
to revive the spirit of ice and
snow

Please spare a thought
for those without
companions this time
of year. By choice or
random events unfolded,
none of us should be
alone, theoretically
spoken, practically
broken, apart.

The one word you chiseled
into my broken bones, the one
word repugnant after winter
solstice firebrand, the one word
poisoning my cherished well for
eons and beyond, that word was
divisive and long may it
burn

Painting my own
demise. The thinner
indifferent, mortal
translucense actual
reflecting my inner
being.