It’s beginning to look a lot
Like someone forgot
To stop the clock at midnight
And the night kept going
Showing off to the sun
That the clouds are stronger
The shadows they cast
Hover for longer
Somber are the lights
On empty balconies
The whiteness only silence
Of the carols left hanging
Lightning as the only
Christmas ribbon on the tree
Lighting fireflies on the leaves
Faces in the rising smoke
Soak in the last breath
Of a year long fight
The last bell chime
Of those we’ve left behind
Write & Wrong 