Addressing Christmas Cards

Grim process, this, at best,
Addressing Christmas cards.
I paw through pages of our
Address book to find the
Places people I've not seen,
Or even thought about, for
Years have lived for years.
They're far away. They've
Not been missed, and our
Exchange of empty greetings
Feels unfelt, an obligation.
Worse, I see the names
Of those who are not even
Living now. They linger
In the address book, a
Growing group of ghosts,
Whose names were written
Down in ink, and, thus,
They're gone, but not
Erased. They're resurrected
Every Christmas, haunt
Me briefly, as I write,
Then grimly feel themselves
Fade into nothingness again.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 39 times
Written on 2013-12-18 at 01:37

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text