Before Christmas Day

you ask someone to be with you
you make a call
on that busy and lighted street
despite the traffic
and the honking sounds and the
people walking fast
you feel so alone

no one is available
and you understand
you have no choice but to
dance loneliness away
you cross the street
not minding whether you will
be hit by one of those sane cars
and the finger of the driver
gives you the f sign
and then you smile in return

it is a happy world you
have there
and they begin to think too
otherwise

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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