Brain Captures

The door rang on Christmas
And my first thought was you.

I knew you wouldn’t come,
But I couldn’t help but hope
To see your face
Opposite of mine,
When I opened up that door.

When the doorbell rang,
I knew it wouldn’t be you—
But still I peered
Around the corner,
Like a child hiding
Behind their mother’s skirt.

When I opened the door on Christmas,
I expected to see you.

I knew you wouldn’t come.
You said you wouldn’t come.
But still I hoped.

Some small, naive part of me
Still hoped.

I still hoped for Christmas—

To see you right outside my door—
To make new memories
As the lights turned low—

To see you silhouetted
Next to a mistletoe—

It’s cliché,
I know.

But I opened the door on Christmas,
Just to see you one more time.