Lonely, This Christmas

I want to fly high,
Far far away,
A bit more further from
The maddening crowd.


I want to dream,
Of an oblitered nest.
Where once I roosted, for the
Warmth of her shroud.


That was then, when
Her presence was strong, but
Now the nest lies. Speaking of
Her absence aloud.


I have not forgotten you
R, Cause you are not gone,
Those feelings remains, in
My memorie's cloud.