Christmas poetry competition 2023

Chair by the Fire

Frost crawls along the windows It’s not dispelled by the burning fire within. I glance to my right and see the empty chair Looking back at the flames, a numbness takes over my body. I’m outside, snow falling like ash Setling in my hair, on my cothes It seeps into my skin. I stare through the frosted window To see you standing by the warming fire We’re dancing by the radio Ignoring the static. In longing for the past I place my hand on the window Ice bites into my palm. The pattern of frost so intricate Each fine line drawing a masterpiece of frsgility

That surely would break with one touch. Seeing your wide smile and perfect dimples I feel a break A tear deep within me And I know no matter how much time passes This wound will never heal.