no tree to adorn with glitter and gold
no christmas stories will be told
no stockings hung over the fireplace
no garland strung up on the staircase
fewer faces to greet at the door
fewer *** and eggnogs to pour
christmas music won't be playing
family members won't be staying
this year, christmas will be blue
because this year, we won't have you

if i could paint a picture of
what it feels like when you kiss me,
this is what it would look like:

a mystical purple swirling galaxy full
of glittering silver stars that shine wildly
and then explode into diamond dust
and everything is alive, and somewhere
in the middle of the canvas I am falling
head-first into a cloud made of ice cream.

if i could paint a picture of
what if feels like when you kiss me,
this is what it would look like.