This wretched year has come to close
And as such will rightly end
The way it started...alone...and wanting.
I don't think it's her I miss anymore,
As much as it is just me missing.
Either way, I am mistaken.
Mistaken for thinking I'd start anew
With 2021, with someone to kiss,
But it seems my lips will meet only cold.
The cold on the brim of a glass
Of whiskey or tequila. That will be it.
My New Years kiss. To start again.
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Higher Education
PuisiThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
