Tuesday In December Poem by Amateur Vagabond

You watched
as I placed my delicate ornament
upon your tree

Baubles I've had since childhood
holding memories...dreams

My presents for you
strewn about the floor

That night
I slept like a baby

I awoke to grey
grey sky
grey air
grey atmosphere

Running down stairs
I expected the sight of joy
but all remnants of it were gone
everything was gone
vacant house

Breath echoing
Eyes surveying nothingness

All was gone......except for my gifts
wrapped in gold
small but powerful

I spend my days now
carrying presents around for no one

I don't know why I keep them
When I really want to drop them off a bridge
and watch them float...bloat....and wither away

Reminding me Christmas was never coming
It was just a Tuesday in December