A Fragile Present

We spent the best part of a life

Waiting.

Not knowing that the other existed –

Wondering where

We were going.

And how

And now, this year.

Christmas day –

Our first.

There will be no fuss –

No bustle of family

Or exchanging of gifts,

We are a present

To each other—

Present—

Wrapped carefully in brown paper,

Tied with a string.

Nothing fancy.

We are not fancy

People.

We are simple and kind

To each other,

Aware of the fragile beauty

We have unwrapped.

We don’t need the trappings of a Christmas

Tree

Or ornate gold

Baubles,

Or a nodding fat Santa

To know how lucky we are that

Our hearts are made of glass.

Transparent and easily

Broken.

i haven't liked Christmas

in a long time

years gone by

just waiting for your warmth

it's always happened around me

magic left for

more meaningful days

now we will wake

no chaos, no fires

only quiet, passionate

love

built up big

together

with no frills

we gift each other

ourselves

wholly

though not whole

building blocks

for our life to start

this year

i will love christmas

together

no more waiting

no more ocean

no more time

just peace

together

as we piece ourselves

together

Broken.

But whole

In two parts.