The Lack

Three times not enough
to remind me
of candy-filled rooms
and flying whistles.

Of how warm the notes look
during Christmas time
in the park. I don’t see you
past the yellow leaves.

I once surrendered to
dazzling lights and
carousel music.
Looking to see it once again.

A pat on the back
is all I ever wanted
but never asked for.
Don’t feel I had to.