Keeping X in my Xmas
Unopened Letters
X is the missing Ex-
Who is absent and withdrawn
Creating the vacuum
Wherefrom reality's torn.
.
Y must the cold ensue
Without the likes of you?
Perhaps the next letter to come
Will bring back the perfect roux.
.
Are Zs a disease
Of sleeping alone
Regretting the past
For a present come home?
.
Your letters had promised
A new year come
My door remains open
To your return, warm.
.
Gone, away, and withdrawn
Are the chilling words I fear
Missing letters' phonetics
That are only spoken here.
.
Filling that vacuum
With letters that spell
One word en route
That Advent foretells.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (7)
What an emotionally packed read. Great poem.
My door remains open to your return warm. Beautiful poem.
"Gone, away, and withdrawn" I fear those words too. Loved your poem!
Oh Dileo, how balanced you wrote it. Beautiful.
Your poem captures the heightened sense of loss experienced by many at Christmas. Both beautiful and sad, Gerard.
A very interesting approach on this one. Sad, but well done!
Beautiful written!! Awesome poem.