Trussed Up
By birksy
The Christmas tree, The last thing we bought together, Still trussed up, leaning heavily on the fence panel, the broken fence panel as you liked to refer to it. We’ll be celebrating apart, Apart from the screaming rows, the disconcerting silences, the strained tensions that Christmas always brought. And that day we promised to decorate the tree, is long gone, If I’d have known then, the baubles would have stayed on the shelf, maybe that’s where I should have stayed. The Christmas tree, that Christmas tree, must be as cold as me. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 11:30 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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