As The Weather Chills

As the weather chills

and time freezes with icicles from the trees

Christmas lights, floating like incandescent stars

and crowds grow bigger

shops grow smaller

I am alone in mind

I am alone in soul

As the weather chills

and snow patters softly upon the frozen ground

Christmas turkeys, wafting like intangible breezes

and feasts grow bigger

and clothes grow smaller

I am hungry in mind

I am starving in soul

As the weather chills

and radios chatter happily into the empty streets

Christmas gatherings, whirling like flames in passionate fires

and photo albums grow numerous

and laughter grow louder

I am happy, I tell myself. 

        I am happy alone,

                  I am happy starving 

                        

I am happy. 

I am. 

Happy. 

Without you. 

I am. 

I am. 

I am.