the season
decorated
with
memories,
thoughts.
each year
a few
more
tears are held back,
not crying
somehow
becomes
just a little easier with time.
the season
brings
red,
blue and green lights
flashing
OFF AND ON
ON
AND
OFF
keeping steady time
an imaginary heartbeat
i pretend
is
his
each year
around
this
time.
(11-26-2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem