This christmas,
i am giving
you up
like an old man gives up stairs
like a pyrotechnic gives up flares
like a stoic creatures’ fatal stare.
I am giving you up even though you will always be there.
I am quitting you,
like a smoker quits cigarettes,
like a cat laidy gives away her pets
like a better gives up on their bets.
Your memories are useless, they’ve grown old
and like an untended garden they have crept into places they dont belong
and I, with them, no longer can see. Its time to trim them before they trim me.
Im giving you up, I’m wrapping up the future we were meant to have. I’m using the ribbons and bows that were meant for you to hold. I am putting it in a box and burying it at sea.
I know that you will always hold me, and I will always hold you dearly. For your joy I will forever care. But this Christmas Im giving you up, even if you will always be there.
