Christmas Lights

The house is devoid of life; Christmas
lights unspun from cardboard boxes in
the garage, and unstrung on the trestles of the
house; a maroon drape continually pulled
shut to keep the light from spooling on
the carpet of a room that no one enters.
Matt's car parked neatly on the curb, it's
a different season entirely, I say to myself
thinking of Jessica, when you've lost a
child.