London skies, stark and gray
The first flakes beginning to fall
The chill, penetrating
The wind, biting
The warmth of holiday
Enthralling.
That time of year again
Of laughter and family
The hustle and bustle
Of city streets
People rushing to and fro.
Every window lined with lights
Rooftop to rooftop strung with stars
Sparkles, ornaments and mistletoe
At every corner stop.
Alongside I run
Amid this holiday cheer
Thinking of love around the world
And I suddenly stop
As a girl in a shop
Reminds me of a faraway friend.
Temporarily forgotten but distantly loved
We haven’t spoken in a while.
But then I get carried away again
By this holiday hustle bustle.