the year is almost over
and i've got no one
to spend it with.
i've heard stories,
in real life and in movies
of people kissing under the fireworks
holding hands and celebrating one more year,
a year of company.
but,
even though i was with three people this year,
it feels like i had a
year of solitude.
and it hurts,
it stings like salt in my wounds
as i'm left to sit alone and rot.
like a sad little boy.
