Missed the 10

Christmas eve
is not for me
The smell of dark
of longing
Fills the air while I walk these streets
All dirt and snow
All smoke and brine
My feet step slight
While my breath is weak
I'm screaming inside of my head
I wish you were here
Today of all days
So we could laugh
About the dull face
Of the streets washed with dead spirits
But I guess you're not coming
It's not strange, just severe