Christmas Day

Where in the world did you come from my dear?

Did some mysterious voice tell you

I'd still be here?

I bought this ticket to

Mobile, but

I been stranded all day...p.a. said the bus broke down ten miles away from the station.

So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a lock like the love between you and me.

But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since

I saw the smile on your face as

I was crying in a

Greyhound station on

Christmas

Day...in 1998.

The burden of love is the fuel of bad grammar.

You stutter and stammer--what a ***** to convey the crux of the matter, when the words you must utter are hopelessly tangled in the memories and scars you show no one.

So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a hit like the hurt you put on me.

But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since

I saw the smile on your face as

I was crying in a

Greyhound station on

Christmas

Day...in 1998.

I remember quite clearly, a bad

Muzak version of

James Taylor's big hit, called "Fire and Rain" was playing as you crouched down and tearfully kissed me, and

I thought, "Damn, what good fiction I will mold from this terrible pain."

So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a gift like the gift you gave me.

But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since

I saw the smile on your face as

I was crying in a

Greyhound station on

Christmas

Day...in 1998.

Amazing grace, how sweet the smile upon the face

I never thought

I'd see you again...especially here in this

Greyhound station...on

Christmas

Day...in 1998