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Mistletoe

by Ricky Blue 5 months ago in performance poetry
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A Christmas Special

Mistletoe
Photo by Paul Zoetemeijer on Unsplash

You said no

Under the mistletoe,

And I felt myself break

Like ornaments hitting the floor.

I feel so

Numb as I watch you go,

Past candy stripe streamers

Twenty two paces toward the front door.

Sorry if it sounds like I’m passing the blame,

I should’ve known my place.

But I’ll never think of Christmas the same

Without seeing your face.

You said no

Seven weeks ago,

Tell me why did I think

That I still stood a chance tonight.

You said so,

And though I should let you go,

I still picture a dance

Under holly and warm festive lights.

I’m in a snowstorm and my vision is blurred,

Not sure what I heard.

I feel so out of place.

Sinking below a layer of ice, take my word,

I feel so absurd.

A true holiday disgrace.

Tears flow

Down my pillow,

The winter is gone

But I’m cold

And the floor’s still a mess.

You said no

Under the mistletoe,

I can’t face it,

I’m still here

Hoping that someday you’ll

Say yes.

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Ricky Blue

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