Flat

The tree and decorations
that we bought last year in celebration
of love blooming like spring in the icy air
will remain packed away this winter
Neither cards nor gifts will be exchanged
not a word will be said within these silent walls
not feast nor drink nor cheer to enjoy
in the lonely season of unfestive cold
I still got you a card, of wistful wishes
which will join in seclusion
the one for your birthday that I have kept safe
never to be given or read
neither shy smiles nor affectionate embrace
over frozen threshold to warmth within
shall bring joy to this prison cell
dispirited spirit of unrealized dream
the company of your ghost and memory

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