something cliché

one stepped lightly over the threshold, gently closing the door behind him. the click of the latch was audible yet went unnoticed. the last glimpse held a sadly apologetic expression. meek forgiveness shone in his eyes. but perhaps i imagined it all.

one burst back through the door. heavy laden. shock and surprise was audible in my greeting. i really never expected to see him again. stealing glances all night. laughing and smiling more than i can remember. im sure they noticed it. my face hurt from smiling all night. i found him again. but i fully expect to lose him again.

merry christmas to me.