Merry Christmas to Me

The bluest christmas ever , stares at me out of my monitor.
It bathes my blue room in icy blue,
I can feel the indigo,periwinkle,robin's egg blue reaching
Out at me with their wispy tendrils.

Some names which meant something somewhere try to
Smile uncertainly from my address book,trying to gauge
My stony stare; Would she? Should I? Should she?
I make a staccato sound on my keyboard,no words leap out
And touch those names. I panic, check the connection,restart.
Still nothing.I keep on typing.."Sorry","Thank You", "Love you"
My monitor remains blank. The names waver and fade out.
I keep on typing untill the blue penetrates my mind and I
Go out in the balcony for a breath of chilly 2:00 A.M air.

A thin,bent old man passes my house with faltering footsteps
He gives a fond look at the glowing tip of the cigarette in my hand
I stretch my hand through the grille and after a thought he takes it.
I can see its red glow through the fog even when I can't see the man anymore.

I whisper "Merry Christmas" to the man, long after he is gone.