Inflatable Snowman

December 25, 2015 — Leave a comment

I’m sitting on a chair

Under the moon

In my garden

And my inflatable snowman is still full of air.

10.13 pm Christmas Day.

That  awkward pause when evening casts a melancholy mood

Over the laughter and hurt feelings

That trickled insidiously

Throughout the day.

Not sure why I carried

Guilt and anxiety to the close

Excesses never sit well with me

So I’m kind of jealous of my inflatable snowman

Filled with the cool cool air on this Christmas night

Empty, void and static

Lit by the moon

Without joy or sadness

But still standing strong.


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