2AM
Despite the thought of dirt on my pjs
I lay under the old pine tree
To simply take in
The colorful lights that sit in my garage
11 months out of the year
Suddenly, they have me glowing along side them
I smile in awe
Holding back tears
As if I just found out about electricity
It will always feel like the first time
After the time you swore would be your last
A miracle that even Hallmark couldn’t write
Maybe next year I’ll get white ones
Same time, same place, same grass stained pjs