The Flight Attendant's Husband
Life without you is Christmas
with no mistletoe's adrenalin,
decorating with pine cones
unscented by cinnamon.
While you are gone I am busy
with things that only distract me
yet the ache of your absence
ever comes to attack me
Hurry home this holiday
drag your suitcase in the door
put life back in the season
your smile is all I ask for.