Tuesday, January 4, 2011


The countdown
To new beginnings
Whirls around me
In a storm of confetti
And horns
I watch happiness leap
Couple to couple
And decide my kiss is best
Spent on what I hold
Cold in a glass
It will not ask me uncomfortable
Questions in the morning
Will not expect me
To give up who I have
Worked so hard to become
It seems a fair trade
Even though
It cannot love me back.

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