A quiet house, first Christmas glow, Tree lights blink where two hearts used to go. Snow taps the window, soft and slow, Carrying memories you still don’t know How to hold—warm, then let them go. Yet somewhere, wrapped in candlelight’s show, Love lingers, new seeds start to grow. Merry Christmas, friend—you’re not alone.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my first Christmas truly alone. Even deployed when in the military we had someone.
- Category: special-occasion
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