A Christmas without you,
Is a Christmas alone.
Where no one understands,
That every minute,
I think that you could be there.
That I could be there with you.
That every holiday,
I think what would happen if she were here.
That every second,
I think what if she were healthy.
That every time before I fall asleep,
I think about when we used to share the same room.
How we used to always be together.
I thought when I saw you in that bed,
What am I going to do?
She’s my world,
And she still is.
I thought,
I can’t live life without her.
She was my life.
She still is my life.
Christmas is coming now.
She is not here.
No one understands,
That a Christmas Without you,
Is a Christmas alone.
That a day without you,
Is a day without a sister.
That a second without you,
Is a second wasted.
No one understands…
That I’ll always think about it.
That I’ll never forget.
Never forget watching you take your last breath.
Never forget your hugs,
Your smiles.
The only present I could ever wish for,
Is for,
My Christmas to be with you.
For me to never be alone.
To have another day with my sister.
Even just a second with the angel I love…
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