There once was this person in my life:
Claws like a bear,
Eyes like a tiger.
And she'd told me to always go on and try.
Then, after she'd come around
that new year's eve
snow fell down.
Reminiscing now only causes grief,
and memories don't bring any relief.
Oh holy blasphemy-
What I had back then,
when she's still been with me.
Brightly – That's how the Christmas lights shine
on the alley of goodbye.
© in 2013
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