3rd day poem :) nearly christmas!

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love sent to me -

A parcel of hope, and a dream of better times,
a letter he'd sent to the Prime Minister over -
the issues he'd had in mind.
.
I crackled the paper, felt all the bumps,
wondered if it held an intelligent book.
I read his letter corrected his mistakes -
.
Held his memory softly, softly,
over the candles of time past, he came
to the window, he came to be kind.
.
He touched me so gently,
his face sewed close to mine,
his arms snuck around me
.
I never opened the parcel -
I put the letter aside. He'd gone too far away
for Christmas, too far for the mind.
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