words to kill and words to heal | a poetry collection

"new year's kiss"

i have always been a sucker for routines,
repetition is second nature to me.
every three hundred and sixty five days,
we gather, welcoming the new year.

i never understood the need for such processions,
another year closer to doomsday.
the way everyone seems so upbeat,
simply strikes me as strange.

"ten! nine! eight!"
i recall my goals for this year.
glancing at the couples around me,
i realise there's a checkbox yet to be filled.

"seven! six!"
her face pops up in my mind.
would it be foolish of me to wish,
she was here to hold me tonight?

"five! four!"
i turn to see her next to me.
confusion fills my mind,
is this real or a dream?

"three! two!"
she puts her hand around my waist.
her eyes glistened in the moonlight,
her smile, the epitome of beauty.

"one!"
she pulls me closer and presses her lips on mine.
fireworks go off and the crowd erupts in cheer.
everything else around us seemed like a blur.

"happy new year", she whispered.
i've always disliked such odd customs,
but with the taste of her lips on the tip of my tongue,
i might just get used to it.

"happy new year to you too."
i said with a grin.
i have always been a sucker for you,
loving you will soon be second nature to me.

a.