The trees are shedding

And the carpet of leaves is a sea of yellow and red

Even this rose inside too will soon fall to petals.

Christmas is approaching,

And with it, this aching in my heart.

I have a new family now -

His tender face is all of home to me;

But I still feel the weight, or lack thereof,

Of the other -

The family torn apart,

That still beats lonely in my heart.