Silence

It’s funny to see

How a younger me

Struggled with her

Own company

Yet now I love

To live that way

On New Year’s Eve

Or any other day

For Whom The Bell Tolls

I’m not ashamed
to admit

I shed a tear or
two last night

As the clock
struck twelve

It was all
a bit shit

Sitting here
by myself

(Originally Posted 01.01.2020)

Rhubarb

Searching
for
light

Raised
in
darkness

Our
numbers
grow

Despite
the
sparseness

I wish you
could see
yourself with a
different view

And know
there are so
many things to
love about you

My only hope
is that she
will see it
again soon too

Then perhaps
you could both
just stop
making do