Some days I feel almost okay, and then without notice, this grief takes my breath away. A weight that steals the sparkle from my day. How can I step into the festive cheer, when Christmas has come round and you aren't here? You were the magic woven through it all, from the quiet moments to the fully decked halls. Now even the happiest songs can't chase away the tears, or fill the space in my heart, where you are held so dear. All the twinkling lights can never quite repair the darkness that arrived the day you were no longer there. Yet I hang them still, as tribute to you; alive will be your memory, but this grief will make every Christmas a lot more blue.