Christmas Eve (Written December 24)

Christmas Eve

 

I wanted there to be lots of memories.

Without memories you don’t know

Who you are. You’re lost

 

In a cloud of unknowing, like looking

Through a window coated in frost.

You see nothing, just a dim light.

 

Words, numbers, faces, objects,

events, you forget – what a sight!

Here they come, for a visit.

 

They pretend they know who I am.

It’s Christmas Eve. I wouldn’t wish it

On my worst enemy. The faces

 

Come close, with hair and teeth,

Smiling and showing me traces

Of who they might once have been.

 

Now they are nothing to me.

I don’t want to be seen.

I wish they would go.

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