The Door

I don't remember since when
I adore Christmas crowds and streets
but they always grow on me somehow
probably because on Christmas eve
I can believe that you still
exist today in some way
and you still think of me
somewhere.

I can stand in the rushing crowd
seeing passersby in the streets
that lit up by the Christmas lights
resemble you some way,
and you resemble them
thinking about togetherness
today.

I can make a wish that
you still remember where I live
and you made up your mind today
and I will see you again
when I open my door
right now.

24.12.2005, 03:52 PM, Saturday.
Plymouth, United Kingdom.