I’m not getting what I want for Christmas.

Gravity and surface tension

The viscosity of a tear… the surface of your faith.

These things determine its shape and speed.

And heavy as my steps

Empty as my heart.

Dark as the pit of my stomach.

I am missing a very large part of my family

And not because he is away at school…

But because he is never coming back

And I’m never getting what I really want for Christmas. 

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