Hang wreaths of the present over mantels of the past,
Then decide bare is a better reminder
Restless dreams of familial warmth frozen in the cold night air, faces rigid and cracked from laughter of holidays past,
Memories that couldn't last
Cider clings to a mug of hope slowly evaporating into the air
There's no one there, the room is empty
Windows slick with winters chill, another season of broken promises is here
The holidays remain a friend I'd like to forget, a lovers kiss my lips can't help but miss
Sometimes, most times I'd rather not celebrate
The breaking of my spirit
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