Bury Your Dead Poem by Katelyn Hinman

i see your colored christmas lights are still up
in the very middle of august
you remind me of our first holiday together
tears descending your bare cheeks
cheeks i had tenderly kissed
years ago

i see your deadened evergreen tree
in front of the window
adorned in glazed bulbs
of every known shade
that we had picked out together
years ago

i see the porcelain nativity scene
on your wooden coffee table
baby jesus missing from the manger
that had been a family heirloom
passed down to you by your mother
years ago

i see the anguish in your saddened eyes
as i remind you that our first holiday has passed
that we are no longer together
your decorations should have been packed away
with the love that we shared
years ago