Since you are no longer with us, I make a New Years resolution for you.
the last light of another
year looks the same
as all the other
cold sunsets I have
watched, trying to
remember every
shadow I must have
cast, yet
winter is colder
this year. The light
more mundane, its
once magical effect,
easier to put into words.
Getting
older sucks.
Time
separating us a little more
each year from
ourselves.
I woke up this morning
looking for myself in an
empty mirror. Looking for you
in a still emptier
world where mirrors must
have failed you.
The first
light of a new year still
makes me shiver a bit,
though I’m not sure if it’s
just winter, being
winter.
Yes, getting older does
suck. But not getting
older sucks more.