Memories at Christmas

The rain whispers soft on the roof
in words I can't quite hear,
as if they held a message from
someone no longer here.

The lights twinkle upon the tree
to cheer my weary heart
and remind me I'm not alone
though we are now apart.

There's joy and sorrow in the night,
and love lingers there, too.
It may be just a memory,
but it will see me through.