Tanka by Victor P. Gendrano

 

the swirling wind
plays havoc with the leaves
this cold cold day
she asks the mailman twice
for his letters

 

the nights get longer
and chillier
this time last year
we watched a romantic show
for the last time together

 

alone amidst
the swirl of shoppers
this christmas time
I think I'll buy myself
a present

 

he slides under both
HIS and HERS blankets
this chilly night
dreaming of her warmth
from year's past

 

the crescent moon
keeps me company
this sleepless night
I wish she were with me
once more