There are few things more forlorn
than a Christmas tree left too long after festivities.
Like a reminder of failures from the years, they drop dried needles
and disperse around the floor into places you won't find for months
and months
and maybe years later
so that when you do
pine scent, fresh as new, will assault you
like the memories of the past that haunt you in those
gray quiet moments
before sleep.
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