Christmas Last

 You asked me for a poem for a christmas present

but now that Christmas has passed

my pen not troubling the scratch

with lines of posey 'bout how we'll last

I sit here with my vision of us;

that you whispered to me, sweet future,

yet you still cry for what was past,

anything wrote, would be wrong.

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26-30, M
1 Response Feb 9, 2009

Good stuff.