Chapped lips and bruised souls
fighting different devils but on
the same frozen battle front.
United in war, blood bonds
and secrets
exchanged like pretty packages
hiding things that are all too easily regiftable
but not found on any wish list.
Eyes glazed by the fervor
of holiday commotion
and mistletoe,
Never seeing more than the deadlines,
Navigating tunnels
with only one way out.
Hands fumbling
for a life line-
he touch of warmth, void of love,
is all too common,
But forgotten in
the hurried clash
of frost tipped noses
and lost December hearts.