I see you in the Christmas lights hung along the tree
Lighting the usually dark living room with a soft glow
A Particular warmth it seems to lack the rest of the year
The shadows on the wall that slow dance as we did then
Reminding me of still nights and every breath smelling of baked cookies
Staying up late and drinking hot drinks clasped between frozen fingers
When Memories were part of our future to be made and told side by side
They say something is only truly lost when it’s memory has faded
For the gravity of love that emerged within me that Winter we met
Each year that passes, I tend to gaze into those lights for a moment
keeping that warmth alive for another cold season.
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Kyleigh Richard
Just a human experiment in consciousness.
(Self-proclaimed Moss Maiden)
Writer, Artist, Wanderer.
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"I see you in the Christmas lights", I thought about "Stranger Things", lol. But, Your poem; is pure chills. The memories holding back, the smell of baked cookies; you painted a picture without paints but words. Also, Welcome to Vocal again after a long time ✨💕
Woah! Such a sweet, cozy vibe! The Christmas lights bringing back all those warm memories is like holding onto the best moments from past winters. Love how it keeps the warmth alive!💖