Tinny bell,
Secrets and the dark;
a dusty smell.
Love sketched on my heart.
Santa Claus,
As played out by you,
Second-hand call,
Not that we ever knew.
Powder scent,
Your voice on the phone,
The day you went;
Only the past on loan.
We were made,
To be left behind.
This past decade,
Thoughts of the Christmas-kind.
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