The Saddest Goodbye

My dear, I have loved you for so many days,

But the time has now come for a parting of ways.

I still find you beautiful; it’s not that at all.

You’re slender and graceful, shapely and tall.

You still light up my life—oh, very much so.

Watching you fills me with a warm, happy glow.

I still love your limbs, your trunk, and your smell,

And the way you wear your adornments so well.

But people are starting to look all askance

At what could become a May-December romance.

I’m afraid I’ve already held on for too long

To a love I increasingly know to be wrong.

So this is goodbye. We can no longer be.

I must take you down now, my dear Christmas tree.