I wrapped the ornaments up, took the lights down. the tree stood there naked. like it was that night.
I had wished at least the lights had been on the tree. if there had been a magical light, maybe things would have been different.
maybe it would have meant something to him. maybe he would have done what he said he would. maybe things would have worked out for once.
and then the tree gets taken out. there's nothing where it used to be. just an empty corner.