With Christmas and the New Year come
my thoughts of those I love and miss:
those treasured relatives and friends -
oh, how I long for one more kiss -
but Death has taken them away,
and sent them to eternal bliss;
but you, my love, are living still,
condemning me to reminisce
about the joy, I knew with you;
without your love my life's amiss...
Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.