I thought there would be you.
Someone who comes through.
The hollow you fill perfectly.
My heart you touch directly.
Up where I see you down.
Long Christmas in a ghost town.
We are caught like paper toys and burn.
They do not have the right to smile and mourn.
But love is a power of no mistake.
Perhaps they are embarrass when we don’t take
To hate each other against the odds.
Our witnesses are the other lesser gods.