The scene was perfect with the tree drowned in lights,
I couldn’t word it, lost where my sound and sight,
The Christmas tree’s lights were all out of focus,
It was a Hallmark moment; we even had a crocus,
And a gold ribbon bow to mark this locus,
She rest on my lap, hair spilling from her mug,
My hand slept in it like our cat on the rug,
She’d look under the tree and look back all smug…
POP
…the image shrank to a white dot as she pulled the plug.
I went to talk to her as she passed me the wire,
I opened my mouth and all I could hear was her dryer,
I sat down to retire, just watching her hair,
Time took it’s colour but not the smell in the air,
Every time she sees me in the mirror – despair,
I sigh as I see the make up on the chair,
She’s so vain, I remember when she barely cared,
She used to dress up as princesses or nurses
We used to speak like babies now she just curses,
Neighbours say it’s a phase and we’re through the worst,
But every time she’s out I feel our love disperse,
It’s not all bad and I thank god we aren’t apart,
She’d draw pictures with arrows through my heart,
Now it’s mood dependant: arrow or a dart,
Some times she collapses into my open arms,
Sobbing on my chest, her soft hair in my palms,
Her arms clasping me as she reveals her qualms,
Her tears irrigating our desert like love,
The clouds would lift and the rabid crows turn doves,
Who drop shit when we celebrate the new calm,
Because there’s another man, another qualm,
Just like the dove it came right out of the blue,
We used to sit in bed, reading a story or two,
Now I sit up till two waiting for you…
You find me on the sofa, pretending im not awake,
You just kiss me on the forehead and tell me how much you hate…
…me waiting up to find out about my only daughters date…