A minty ball of air
that was her candy cane breath
filled the space between us.
Her warmth was welcomed
from the frigid seat
that was in the back
of her 94' Pontiac.
It proved to be
a magnificent scene
for a Christmas affair.
Innocent as an angel,
crooning the songs they new well.
You came so naturally
like the desire to have more.
Your brown hair
as precious as a reindeer's
coaxed me so deviously
into running my fingers through it.
But alas,
you had on a hat,
so I threw it on the floor
of your Pontiac 94'.
There it lay to this day
because you exist
no more.

Sometimes you're up
Sometimes you're down
lowered into the ground goodbye, love

These words, they conglomerate
on the page
loosely tied together
by the date
the sharpest needle
and
the finest thread
could not stitch them together
I have tried
many times
I have stabbed myself
many times
but
scraps of sting
unused words lay
loosely distorting an unforeseen design
but
if you squint
posses an open mind
then the words will seem to tighten

The bough of the tree
extends in such a way
that would imply
it wants another tree to hold
but,
in a way
it is grasping
for its mother;
sun.
Just like when
a baby extends
its tiny arm
towards a giant
mom.