Reminders of Loss

by Sam Hendrian

Lay awake ‘til 6 AM

Waiting for the sun to rise

So the shops would be open again

And the radio would play something more relatable.

The happiest day of the year

Is the most miserable for many

Who are forced to remember someone they’ve lost

Or imagine having someone to lose.

Thankfully it didn’t snow

To add insult to injury

Although the iciness of the air

Failed to give hope that somebody might care.

No presents to wrap,

No wine bottles to cap

Other than a single Cabernet

Holding despair at bay.

So many memories,

Most of them false

But you’ve gotta have something

To celebrate then mourn.