Crisis at Christmas

Why do you think you choose
today of all the days
when the world unites together
and the sound is of folks at play
glad tidings in every household
where hearts are warmed, aglow
with season’s hopes and wishes
how little of them I know.

You pick this day to leave me
unspoken to, untouched
unheld, ignored, forgotten
is it asking all that much
to be told that I am thought of
remembered and even missed
beneath the Yuletide garlands
where sweethearts stand to kiss?

O come you my unfaithful
how beats your careless heart?
hark what’s that you herald
is it what keeps us apart?
How silent the night without you
by midnight it is clear
that I’ll still be feeling lonely
from now to the next new year.