On a rusty shelf…
There lay some left over from the past Christmas:
Some decorative lights… Dirty socks… and a dried wreath.
I look deeper…
Ponder some more in the closet of past…
I think of Christmas, the shopping and the merry times…
Then I think of you… I think of us… and that sudden death…
There was a bell that you brought me…
There it is in the corner …
It doesn’t ring no more…
A silent bell…
It has lost its heart.
