One Christmas he gave me
a t-shirt with a cartoon character on it.
A year later, he bought me
a silver anklet, delicate and beautiful.
I guess you could say, our relationship
I would sit on the sofa in the dark
and stare at Christmas lights, sparkling
on the tree,
while I thought about him and about
I thought nothing could ever break
what we had.
He is a ghost now,
a Christmas ghost who jingles by
like silver chains against
my ankle bones.
He is cold to the touch
and bright bright bright
like the lights I saw when I
was in love.