This Time

This time,

you won’t be here to see the lights on our tree.

This time,

you won’t be here as we stay up late on Christmas eve, so

What good are all the gifts?

The ornaments and lights?

If you’re not here by my side.

This time,

December felt like any other time of year.

This time,

should Santa even bother coming down our fireplace? ‘cause

What good are holiday cards?

And the carols we sing by heart?

If you’re not here by my

side

Here by my side

Who knew what we had in store?

Learn how to love from afar,

So suddenly we’ve learned to be apart.

This time,

my only wish is that you’re not a million miles away.