Christmas Season 

By Justin Vawter Greco T. Buenagua

As I was writing this poem

You are on my mind

Searching for your love

I know I’ll never find

I remember the days

That we used to share

Telling myself

That you have really cared

What a fool I am

I have been so blind

Searching for the meaning

Of love I can’t defined

Hoping someday

It might be for real

Telling you so

About how I feel

It’s Christmas season

And I’m here all alone

Still waiting and still searching

Underneath your mistletoe

It’s Christmas season

And what have we got

Just another memory

Of what we just used to be

Another year had gone

Still it’s all the same

You are now just a history

Thinking it’s all the same

It’s just a fantasy

With you here with me

You’re just a memory

Of a Christmas season

You and me