Christmas, Alone....

[walksinthecold]

The eve of the day
Where families and friends
Gather and share their love
Is bitter and cold in the night.
The morning will come,
My toes will caress the
Cold hardwood floor.
No warmth will be found.
A tree, encircled by presents
Calls out my name,
Begging for me to come.
The fireplace is icy,
Pulling all the heat from my body.
Throughout the day I will sit,
And I will wait for anything.
But nothing....nothing will be there.
I am alone.
By myself.