In filed memories of Christmas past
are recollections of an unanswered wish
of lost opportunities of a missed kiss
under mistletoe held in silenced stillness
mirrored spheres of silver and gold
reflect a fire where stories were never told
of affirmations until we’re grey and old
and adorning the bridge in between
crimson ribbons on powdered evergreen
under shooting stars that will never be seen
and as my heart begs for its rewrites
snow is falling on these twinkling lights
time is calling on my silent nights
and you’re not here fills each Christmas past