new year, same feelings.

October 24, 2015

they say welcome to the new year

but nothing is different or new.

instead of you being here,

another month is ripped out,

the fire is beginning to disappear.

i couldn't leave you and walk

into the next year on a clean slate.

i found my feelings packed to

follow me as we change the date.

even as the months slip by,

my feelings will buy a ticket

to whichever direction i fly

off to, despite the attempt

to evaporate them dry.

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