searching for santa

he could be

anyone, really.

Although she realized she liked

the bearded ones best.


They came

in hoards

muddy shoed

they marched through the store

as she stood

behind the barrier

of the cash register.


Every time

one smiled

raised an eyebrow

blinked in a lopsided wink,

she thought

maybe this one

and her heart fluttered

but stopped

when she remembered

she did not come back

for love

she came

to say goodbye.


The bell bangs

against the door

the men leave

with bags in their grasp



She watches

from the window

a mannequin of observation

heavy hearted hope

she knows too well

she still believes in christmas

but stopped believing

in love long ago.

The End

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