The Prize

You look at me
priceless yet expensive
rare and casual,
extraordinary
I think of you
extravagant yet mediocre
thrift at things necessary
explosive on things of beauty
It’s Christmas time soon
This house you’ve built will boom
with ornaments and decors
where you’ve spent all your money
Again, think of me
small, breakable, a unique heart beat
I couldn’t catch my breath
but you made me
I think of you
fading not yet seeing
the prize is love and not materiality