it is cold now outside;

it is cold now outside
and she sits by the fireplace
that glows no flame
beside the dilapidated christmas tree
that would bring no joy that night.

the melancholic look in her eyes
is enough to scare the ghosts
of christmas past, present, and future
from knocking on her door.

alone she felt
like the lonely stars in the sky
whose feeble glow
attracts no one.

there was nothing in her heart
that she so desired.
an empty hole
beating endlessly
to the tune of lost time.

and so she continued to sit
looking out the glass windows
watching for the sun, over the mountain peaks
the sun that would never rise nor shine
even in her darkest of days.

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