The half moon glowers puckered face in the twilight on New Year’s Eve
Somehow alone; I have nothing to say, nothing to write, on New Year’s Eve
The wind ran amok, passions more so, I wasn’t alone though
Suspiciously unafraid, last year I revelled in delight on New Year’s Eve
Honey bee’s pollinating assorted flowers; I wasn’t sure where I was going
Two years ago, I was living too cautiously like life wasn’t finite, on New Year’s Eve
Aching joints, cold hands, getting blood pumped from a frigid heart
Three years ago, thanks to me, our love got frostbite on New Year’s Eve
Out from the crystal lake into the greasy pond with reedy outgrowths
Four years ago existence felt like a burden, a leech—a parasite on New Year’s Eve
Naivety, joy and haughtiness have unsurprisingly good synergy
Half a decade ago, the cocoon was bursting for my first flight on New Year’s Eve
And all these years I’ve back pedalled to, pale in comparison to 2013
When maybe I should have preemptively dug a burial site on New Year’s Eve
