are sadder now that
you’re gone. I tell myself –
I’m strong. But I can’t go
on. My head races to

all the hours
you’ve made me laugh. You -
my sexier half. All the nights
we spent talking to dawn. The next day
all you did was yawn. Those darkest

hours you held onto me. I just can’t leave
them behind, like branches on
a tree. The glint in those dimples that

rose as the sun. How can I find happiness
now? For I haven’t none. The calendar
shows me its Christmas. But I can’t
celebrate because I miss “us”