A Christmas wistful

these wistful wanderings
and contemplative considerations.

Barely recognizable really,
packaged, as they are,
in holiday happiness,
and peaceful perception.

Yet, they exist,
wander in quietly
distracting me from candlelight
and merry laughter.

Like the shadows that fall on spots, where a body once rested.
Their smile still lingering
like a cheshire cat.
Not sad,
no, not really.

Each year that passes into a new age I learn more
about the silence of things
just as blessed,
but no longer tangible.

The echo of memories past
and faces missed.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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