26th

26th

The 25th, a blazing red comet chasing night.
The figure solely in the minds of trusting children. I slept soundly too.
Eyes and ears unopened to the real sounds of the night.
Clad in commercials the truth lost,
I stand amazed

Happiness comes over me as my eyes reveal the night’s secret
Colors and eloquently wrapped ribbons.
Understanding what it was,
Was a rug pulled from under me.

A breakfast feast tops our happy morning.
Taken for granted
As was my trust.
His façade much better than loneliness today.