Death at Xmas

It could take more time than I have
to build me back up again
The hustle and bustle just makes the trivial
less fulfilling

Selfish depression makes it
hard to breathe
in the snow and the sleet and
oh well you love her
she's just so sweet

I think about my friend,
worrying about a gift for his daughter
-- if it will suffice

Well, some things are nice.