Nearly January again
Completing the cycle all over again
120-odd poems later
Wondering what this new year will bring
Will he come back?
What awaits me?
Family, new friendships, a new love or two
Sooner or later
Birds fly above, twittering, chirping, those same birds as always
Becoming somebody new,
With a core and old blood still running through the veins
Of who I used to be
I won’t change,
I’ll still mostly be who I used to be
But it’s bewildering to wonder where
I’ll be next December
Will I have met somebody new?
So many questions when all I want are answers.
Relationships to hold onto
Constants that’ll remain true
No matter where I go
No matter what I do
Birds seared into my skin
That I’ll always carry with me
Pierced into my flesh
For as long as my body grasps onto life
Reducing my life’s clock with every cigarette
Burning more and more grains of sand in the hourglass with every passing minute
Striving to make every grain matter