She's stuck in winter's stillness,
stalled at Christmas time.
Fog wraps its wings around her
and hugs her while she cries.

The love she found, she'll never own. 
The Christmas gift she craves. 
Destined to be without her. 
To another, his love, he gave.

Another already wore his ring.
She'd arrived late to the revelry.
Seemed someone else was living her life. 
Why couldn't he have been her destiny?

From across the street, she saw inside
a perfect Christmas tree.
Sparkly bows and tinsel
"He'll never have that with me." 

A picture-perfect living room
with photos on the mantle.
A lace runner, and at each end,
a single Christmas candle.

He smiled and laughed, held another's hand. 
They looked the perfect pair. 
Her heart cracked then and
the pain was too much to bear.

She bowed her head and the tears fell
Could she keep enduring this?
The torture of her love for a man;
should have been pure bliss.

She'd always held onto the hope
they would be together and free one day. 
How long is too long to tuck
an impossible dream away?

Could she try to move on?
Though painful it would be. 
He stole her heart and now
could she try to set it free?

Unsure if she has the courage
to take the first step away. 
Could she endure the pain of regret
if she looked back on another day?

Her heartbreak wails into the night, 
carried by the wind. 
Sometimes you hear it on a clear night. 
The sound of her penance for sin. 

© Trinket 2016