Christmas Day

Where in the world did you come from my dear?
Did some mysterious voice tell you I’d still be here?
I bought this ticket to Mobile, but I been stranded all day… p.a.
said the bus broke down ten miles away from the station.
So seldom a door… so seldom a key… so seldom a lock like the
love between you and me. But seldom comes happiness without the
pain of the devil in the details since I saw the smile on your
face as I was crying in a Greyhound station on Christmas Day… in 1998.
The burden of love is the fuel of bad grammar.
You stutter and stammer--what a bitch to convey the crux of the
matter, when the words you must utter are hopelessly tangled in the memories and scars you show no one. So seldom a door…
so seldom a key… so seldom a hit like the hurt you put on me.
But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the
details since I saw the smile on your face as I was crying in a Greyhound station on Christmas Day… in 1998. I remember quite clearly,
a bad Muzak version of James Taylor’s big hit, called «Fire and Rain»
was playing as you crouched down and tearfully kissed me, and I thought,
«Damn, what good fiction I will mold from this terrible pain.»
So seldom a door… so seldom a key… so seldom a gift like the gift you gave me.
But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since
I saw the smile on your face as I was crying in a Greyhound station on Christmas Day… in 1998. Amazing grace, how sweet the smile upon the face
I never thought I’d see you again… especially here in this Greyhound station…
on Christmas Day… in 1998