Brown Eyes

New Years Eve

The gleam of a burst of wander in the sky on a champange bottle.

New year new person right?

Wrong.

Same person, same fate.

Events will change you, people around you, and the world.

People will leave you not only mentally, but physically.

People will die and be forgotten even though you said you wouldn't.

You will just stutter out whatsherface I heard was last seen in a coffee shop with that guy you used to know but forgot.

The complection of age on your face will bloom.

Some will blossom some will wither,

That guy in grammer school that was accused of being weird has a girlfriend, grew a little, and did his hair.

That girl that was a ten to all those pre pubescent boys is out of school and lost in a fog.

People will come into your life.

Some bad, but teachers to you.

Some beautiful, but only for a short while.

So i walk out the bar and brush off the confetti into the bitter cold.

Down the block i wander, hearing people say that they are new people and that they will change.

That they will but not the way they want.

Therefore i will change, but no telling when, where, or how.

Turning the key to my appartment door under the blue gleam of fireworks.

I fall into sleep awaiting changes, savoring moments, and trying to remember.