Tears cloud my vision as I finger ornaments from years past. This year's glaringly missing.

Underneath twinkling lights, I reminisce, my fingers dancing along my aching flesh. I cannot duplicate your touches.

Then, a hand covers mine.

I gasp. "Is it really you?"

Your kiss answers, replenishing me.

We drip with need, becoming one again underneath the Christmas tree, showering one another with deathless love.

You promise, "I'm always here."

A peaceful sleep takes me while in your arms.

Upon waking, a never-before-seen ornament catches my eye. Forever Together etched the glass ball and my heart.