Music floats around the room like a pesky child- everyone loves it, but no one wants it around at that moment.
The tree is still waiting to go up. Goosebumps settle on my defiant legs, while I stare out the window, and then to the couch.
I thought surely by this year, you'd be here. We'd be sitting on that couch with my head on your chest.
Flakes like ash drop limply like a March rain- not exactly romantic, but still a promise of change to come.
Everyone is shouting. Everything smells funny. The tab that says Facebook occupies my eyes every minute of so.
In case I get a notification from you. Any sign you are alive. Or on this continent or not. Or if you are radically a stranger, or as close as a brother.
I laugh with my mom at stupid things. I give my dad sympathetic looks. I reason with my sisters, and torment my brother.
What is your family like? Do you miss them? Do you know them? Are you with them?
They say this is the most wonderful time of the year. I see people falling in love on every TV show, getting back together in every movie. Love being sparked, or found, or reignited.
But where are you?
No comments:
Post a Comment