The Day After Christmas Poem by Kristeta von Popper

This is my memory of words spoken without meaning
I looked into your eyes the whole time
Never taking away my gaze
Searching for the spirit
Blank

The words tumble out and my being cries to believe
But I can not because I see
Too deep to fool myself
By longing for you
Again

You want something so imperfectly and I hear
The rage, hurting of your soul
But you can not let go
Who could be for you?
Ever


Pillar of stone I stand waiting for the next
Moment to turn toward something new
Knowing it will not come
Because I know it
Won’t

I who have lost so much cry on this day
To once again believe and live
Only to know that I am
The fool not
You