Being present is the present,
Underneath her Christmas tree.
I am ever conscious of this,
But there’s someone else I need to be.
Love is essential, but does not feed.
Does not house and does not clothe.
I do not like this look on your face,
But your hunger I would loathe.
I hope I achieve true balance,
Tomorrow, if not today.
I hope you understand, eventually,
And that together we find our way.
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