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When a Christmas friend comes along

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I see you-
Over there, waving your arms without a care.
Your eyes alight and smiling full of joy,
Just like you would as a young boy.

We met in the middle,
Weary and scared.
We’re all tired and hungry:
But there’s no bullet flying through the air.

Our sides shake & make a truce,
No roughness or being brutes but being friendly and cool.

We play together and laugh-
Drink & smoke.
I meet your eyes again:
My Christmas friend whose loyalty had bent.

But the next day we wake,
Its all routine once more.
I try and reach you again-
But your body is lying on the floor.