sugarplum fairy

the wreathe
on the door makes
you think
of her in
a softer light.
the fire
in the fireplace,
the cookies
in the oven.
you forget
how cold she was
when leaving
and slamming
the door.
how she threw
your clothes
into the yard
and let your dog
run free, how
she took a steak
knife and cut
your charger
cord,
but it's the holidays
and for some
reason, you
miss her. you miss
your little
sugarplum fairy.