a holiday poem

mid december, i finally gave in
and bought christmas lights
to line the house.
it wasn't the celebration
that left me feeling sour
but the spectacle of lights
it had become.

still, you convinced me,
that i spend too much time
fighting for causes only i
understood.
and, that my convictions
had turned from eccentricities
to flaws a long time ago.

and in those Walmart isles,
under fluorescent lights,
i felt what i had already
decided the day
that i first met you:
i would be the one to leave.