A Christmas Tradition

That trip on Christmas Eve to look at lights
became our own tradition. Every year
we'd join the trek. I'd drive, you'd shed a tear;
we'd marvel at the most fantastic sights
and speculate about which ones were best!
Then, when we'd done the rounds we'd come on back,
to sit up close and snuggle, have a snack…
it wasn't much, but it was our Yule fest!

I drove around to look at lights tonight.
I joined in that long cavalcade to wind
around the sparkling streets – but love, my mind
was bleak and grey; oh tell me how I might
endure this season, and the rest of life
without you by my side. Without my wife.

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