Christmas.

Last week
I raced down
aisles of marble,
Searching,
for something to wrap
But I forgot
to wrap my arms around
you.

Did you get
what you want?
dreams
reincarnated, or
Loved ones
In their finest threads
Awakened from slumber,
Closure from
a name that echoes
against the soft in your mind,
Or
Shoes?

Did your tree sag
from the weight
Of a thousand expectations hung?
It's supposed to look...
...no...
It's supposed to feel
perfect. Then
we leave the lights on.
...the dark is unbearable.

I know bodies surround you
And yet you feel
Alone.
Smiling
Like an evening sky; sun dipped
just below horizon -
Flecks of blue, against pink and orange hues,
Cool and empty.
You don't talk
about things you can't change.

Today
We tear the thin skin
To get to
Matters of the flesh
And capture moments
For strangers we know.
We hope whatever is inside
A box
Makes us feel better.
We give and we get.
We receive and have taken.
Don't forget to wrap
your arms
around everything.