New Years Eve

It's New Years Eve.

You're sitting there, with borrowed skin and curly hair,

I have sunk; again.

You're telling me of all your woes,

And I keep thinking of how ruined I will be,

When you go.

Those eyes look so sad,

For the love we could not have,

But perhaps, we will cross paths,

For now, you've moved across the map.

This small time is all we have,

So, be here now, count all the laughs.

We'll mourn the minutes as they pass.

Reviews

[Serendipity Planet]

Sad and emotional writing
I love it