I found an old Christmas card
And it almost broke me to see
Husband on it
Because you were so **** confident
At one point
That you would be exactly that
And now,
Now we're strangers
And I can hardly remember you holding me
Or when the last time you told me you loved me was
Was it when you left?
Was it after?

This Christmas, like every Christmas for 8 years,
I will wish for you
For your happiness
For us whatever God intended
Because I believe
Once you call yourself that
Maybe, just maybe
You shouldn't be a stranger.