Pour Two Glasses

You were so down yesterday. You were never one for winter, relentlessly gray. So pour two glasses and leave the light in the driveway on. I need to feel your trembling lips on my neck. I'll never leave you alone again to stare this dreadful world in its cold dark eyes again. Life can be such a ruse. I'm not coming home for Christmas, I'm coming home for you. Stack your troubles on my shoulders and take a deep breath. Don't choke on your freedom. Those cold lonely mornings aren't yours anymore. I think I can already see the fire in your eyes