Beyond his window 

 

Where his breath melted the frost

 

The snow sparkled like a blanket of stars

 

He could see her smile

 

Drifting up from memories past

 

Her portrait dancing in candlelight 

 

He held the present he never gave her

 

The radio reminiscing in the background 

 

Mud, crooning Lonely this Christmas 

 

I will be, he thought. Without you to hold...