This year makes it two, a Christmas celebration
without the both of you. Its hard to accept that this
separation can never rewind, to turn back the hands
of time.
I forget the moments of us all together but I can still
fell the warmth that once remained, the warmth I felt
on Christmas day.
Sometimes its hard to grasp that this is real, with
such an empty space its hard to heal. For now all
I have are memories of my mother and father, together
on Christmas day.
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