A Yuletide Phantom

Can’t help but think of you at Christmas time
And when I do, the here and now is blurred
And I forget the peace I’ve come to find
When memories of you are un-interred.
When, with a whiff of evanescent pine,
Your face is conjured up before my eyes
I find myself unsure of all that’s mine
And reaching out, ignoring Wisdom’s cries,
For something that I’ve left within the past,
Beneath the sparkling lights of Christmas gone-
I can’t escape that kiss that did not last
It’s memory will not leave me alone!

Although within the now I’ve harnessed peace,
When Christmas comes, your love reclaims its lease.