You were jovial,
Effortlessly happy and
Forever wanting.
I was Christmas morning,
A time so covered in lights and bows
That even darkness gets gift-wrapped.
It hides behind frames
Made empty by time
And beneath the hats of red-clad  alcoholics
Making empty promises
To wide-eyed little strangers who swear...
They've been extra good this year.

A reprieve so emotive
That it could only ever be temporary.
Like the love for that toy you begged for for months
And only played with for five minutes.

A memory so fond it hurts.
Thrown into the back of your mind
With all the other lost toys.