for Father
One solitary fantasy,
Rowdy, rides streams of my consciousness.
Raping stifled memories
Whirling, swirling in my unpresence.
Ringing them bitter-sweet chimes
So irresistible
It’s all like a virtuous crime.
Each ding-dong unforgettable
Summons my deep to break surface.
I ache for one more forbidden taste.
I really wish you are here to share my Christmas.
All my sweetest thoughts are lonely.
Every tick-tock makes it worse.
I wish there was a holiday from death’s sleep.
If you can hear me as I call
Merry Christmas! Even tho you’re gone.
Eneh
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