A Christmas Gift (a sonnet!)

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A Christmas Gift

Sometimes I think I feel you near to me,
Filled with regret, longing and such despair.
This is nothing more than a wish you see,
Your indifference to me ever so clear.

Most of the time you are not top of mind,
Left in the past where you surely belong.
This time of year plays tricks on me I find,
Your memory surfacing with a song.

How could something so pure turn so toxic,
Even now, I simply can’t understand.
It takes so much to appear agnostic,
When all I want is to reach out my hand.

Alone I can acknowledge what is true,
It never died for me, did it for you?

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