thanks
i am giving...
not that i mind
i am just sick of being left to myself.
a frozen watch
hands that once measured
the warm active moments of time..it needs a wind.
my heart is dusty
it remembers some clear and sweet moments
that i yearn for
to spend with others instead of being someone's
knick knack
in need of a dusting on a shelf.
some will stop and say "hello"
since the clock doesn't tick
they only count their finer moments
ones that often replace me in such
minutes of the future
lost and now hollow.
why have you forgotten what the need of this day truthfully  means?
not just obligation to attend another's rythmic
holiday routines
but to have those who feel such company a blessing..
it has been so long on this day of "thanks"
i am giving...
pass the dressing,..
as tears stream even though i am told to like my own  company
these bare and echoing halls slowly drive me insane
as on another company-less holiday
i sit and remember other days
where people truly needed and yearned for my company
instead of flashing memories
looking out a ***** old window pane