how I wished she would be mine
she said we were friends
but I never believed her for fear
it was only a dream
I never knew who to believe
ever since I was five years old
when neighborhood boys
kicked the crap out of me for
reasons never known
on christmas eve restless eyes
survey the skies from darkened
room with oval window
bringing in the faintest lights from
places secretly existing
I spot a particular star dying to be seen
a little gem with a wry smile
promising myself I’ll revisit her
as often as possible
as long as she would have me
december two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
what a lovely poem….
thank you very much
I lost my comment earlier — the one that said I love this and that it gave me really big smiles … except the part about you being pushed around when you were five; that part made me sad. 😦
I especially loved the description of Christmas Eve eyes.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this one.