Abid Khan

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me

a walk across a snow lined road and icy sidewalks

under a dark sky full of silver stars

with my breath hanging around my face

like wedding veil stitched by hand and not machine.

My true love  had forgotten to pick me up from the bus stop

but it was a beautiful  gift none the less

that he would have never given me

on purpose.