December door

Decembers will always be different than
they have ever been before.
Now filled with fragmented imagery of
the other side of this door

popcorn between the cushions
warm with canine heat
the flicker of light that comes
from ships in the fleet

that one kiss that will not fade
an embrace that lingers
and holds still the promises made
and the open door there

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