White Christmas

As Bing said.
“It’s dangerous to put those knights up on white horses.”
As we girls thought.
Where’s my knight on his white horse?
You kept falling off.
You’re horse kept galloping.
Far off into the darkness.
30, you’re still my knight with his broken horse.
At least you’re not 5; the dead horse.
I’m sorry 30, but you’re not the knight who broke the castle down.
I’m sorry, you’re not 20.
I still love us.
But my love isn’t what it was.
My love is galloping with your horse.
My love is a baby’s love for his toy.
When it grows old and tethered
He doesn’t love it anymore.
I apologize 30
you’re old and tethered.
I love you for our memories and your help, but 30
But you
I don’t love you.
You’re the monster that created this Yeti.
But I can’t thank you enough.
You let me see that 5 was useless and 20 is who I need.
I miss you.
30
I miss you.