Ain’t it funny
how many times
people won’t stay where they are?
One year you’re lighting his stocking on fire
and the next you’re wrapping his gift.
One year you’re building a gingerbread house
and the next you don’t care if he’s dead.
One year you’re firmly in left field,
and the next you’ve completely switched sides
because someone is or isn’t in your life.
Ain’t it funny how people can do you like that,
can come back and disappear
just as easily as you can open the door again
or slam it on the way out?