Day have passed since separation
Yet I can’t get rid of such addiction
Not to the perfect woman, as I know
But to the woman I love, and I let show
I’m not going to count days nor weeks
Regardless of how it could ever get bleak
The more I count, the more I grieve
No joy these holidays, this Christmas eve
“But hey, it’s Christmas!” some might say
Nonetheless I’m feeling of much dismay
Maybe poems just won’t cut it, I guess
Time to embark on my journey, God bless
Though still, I guess it’s time to rejoice
Anno Domini, time to listen to His voice
His birth in the stable, new across Israel
One event that we’ll constantly retell
Still, I don’t know how to express it
Are your holidays going good, a little bit?
You’re probably okay without me, I reckon
Go ahead, be happy, your life beckons
I’ll be okay; they’re just minor breakdowns
Maybe a few laughs and plenty of frowns
But it’s okay, I always know you’re just there
So just remember be, that I’ll be right here
