Christmas Heartbreak

chilly frost on window pane,
window pain burning my fingers,
icicles dripping from broken-starry eyes
freezing on the pane –
the pain like acid on Christmas spirit
pouring gasoline and dropping a lit match
on our – my – Christmas tree
till the presents are nothing but ashes
floating in the bright blue light
and my heart glass shards
stomped underneath your foot
beneath the glistening red mistletoe
as clouds gather outside
and Christmas decorations blown over by wind,
my hot chocolate stains
the first letter you ever gave me.

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