The Perfect Gift
December 19th, 2006 by Amanda
A shopping center. On a bench
I sit in silence
A dark smudge on an otherwise brightly colored canvas.
Families bustle by,
Loudly arguing:
Stress over locating the “perfect” gift.
But little do they know
That perfection
Is the time spent with their loved ones.
My perfect gift is non-existent:
There is nothing
That I want more than to have my partner back.
