Present

It's Christmas time and again I'm alone,
Walking the streets, wind freezing me to the bone.
I pass by homes decorated by lights and trees,
Warm meals being prepared by families.

I make it home to emptiness and myself,
No stockings, no tree and not a present on my shelf.
Phone ringing but no bells are jingling,
Not a sound is made, no carollers singing.

Thinking again in my room, in the dark,
Lighting my cigarette with my lighters spark.
I await the day that we are no longer apart,
For next Christmas, my present to you is my heart.

Merry Christmas