The New Year starts in twenty seven breaths
Without a candle burning, it's too dark.
Though all the resolutions taste like death,
I'm still quite sure that yours will make a mark.
I'm baking cakes with your name carved on top
Organized to feel like summers eve.
My thoughts are puncturing my heart to stop.
But when I close my eyes, you never leave.
It's holding on like hidden babbling brooks,
All clouded with the trees and sound of none.
But with your poisoned eyes, I'm burning books,
And hoping that I'll someday see the sun.
You're floating in the effervescent space;
I wish you knew, I love you in this place.
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