The Christmas Tree

I plugged it in one final time,

And flipped it on.

Orange, icy blue, cherry red and lime,

The hue bathed the room where the tiny lights shone.

Even though I was enveloped in a colourful glow,

All I felt was blue.

When I heard the knocking I did not know,

The person behind the door was you.

/

There was a nervous smile on your face,

Probably one on mine.

Masking the grimace,

That I actually felt inside my mind.

“Come in.” I said.

“I am finally taking down our tree.”

I hesitated, full of dread,

“If you’d like you can help me?”

/

It didn’t take long for you to peel,

Unravelling like tattered tinsel,

The scabs I was trying to heal.

Singing like a minstrel,

Plying my ears with honeyed words.

You reminded me of why we broke apart.

Fake snow falling like feathers from a bird,

You reminded me of how I broke your heart.

/

Baubles cascaded from the flayed tree,

Until I had a crate full.

You swore and degraded me,

You told me I was ungrateful.

Glitter stained my fingers,

While I did some finger pointing of my own,

The feelings still lingered,

But you left and this was my home.

/

“Get out.” I said with resolve.

Your nose went red like a reindeer.

“We have problems that we can’t solve.”

“I don’t want you here.”

You were silent as the night.

I could tell you were trying to stall.

So I climbed to the tree’s utmost height,

And knocked your star from its pedestal.

/

You could finally take no more,

“You have a choice to make.”

“If you let me walk out that door,

It will be your greatest mistake”

The epiphany struck me like lightening,

And in that moment I knew,

I could feel my throat tightening,

“My greatest mistake was you.”

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