- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Hating the Holidays
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I miss so many people this time of year.
Those who have passed and those who live
in distant places I can’t get to.
Most of the year I can ignore the loneliness,
misery and desolation that mark the miles between us.
But now that time approaches when I will sit in a darkened room
and stare as the lights on the tree struggle to hush my thoughts.
But the silence is deafening and soon
my eyes will puddle with tears as I wish upon the twinkling blur
that I were in an airport with my lip quivering and arms wrapped tightly around my mother
or daughter or a dozen others whose faces scream past me in the darkness.
