Analysis of him

You are the wax that
drips
off the candle and onto
my bedside table.
You are the one
stubborn
light
that goes out on a string
of Christmas spirit
and ruins it for everyone.

You are the snowflakes on
my red tin of Christmas cookies
(yes, you know the ones i’m talking about).

You are the ink splotches
on my ten year old
birthday cards.
You are the tea in my tea bags
that seeps into
the water of my life
slowly, stealthily, so that
I don’t notice until one day,
you’re all around me.