Christmas Blues Poem by Phillip Mobley

I've got a stocking with your name
on it. I filled it with your favorite
things. A trumpet, a crumpet and an
Easter bonnet.

The window is cold and the air is chilly.
Sometimes I wonder why my mood is so silly.
It's Christmas time and you're not here.
I can't spend another lonely year.

This blue funk and purple haze.
Make me want not to behave. Nevertheless,
I persevere, try as I might there's one
thing that's clear.

You're there and I'm here and for me
there's no Santa and eight tiny reindeer.
So here I am once again feeling sad and
alone cause you're gone.

I found a name for my pain, it's
Christmas blue, it only happens when I'm not near you