on new year’s night
all of the commotion is over
everyone having gone their own way
it was dark & cold & windy
but then again it was winter
and there was nothing left to see
I shut the door & turn off the light
listening to the laughter
continuing to echo throughout
I sit down & concentrate
on lowering my heart rate
sometimes I wonder
where my soul ventures
when I am sound asleep
having abandoned all former lives
there is only one place left to go
december two thousand twenty
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