With the passing of the seasons,
grief stopped rushing into the room and filling the crevices.
It no longer mutes the carolers or dims the lights
whenever your name is mentioned.
Like grief, this requiem cannot take too much space.
It’s been too long and no one would understand why
your absence can still stop time
at least once a year.
Now, though your memory brightens the shadows,
I beg your spirit
and the moments of melancholy
to stay a minute and see my New Year.