1 January 2021
Parting gifts: a kiss of death and
A final **** you, the year settles
In a coffin, once the clock strikes.
It leaves at last, not in the usual blur
Of confetti, glitter, and streamers or
Showers of light, explosions of sparkle.
Be a dear, pass another overfilled glass,
Fears need to die in a champagne flood,
Drink to forget, leave only a cupid’s bow.
Bond over pinned hopes, not tragedies,
Nor share paranoia between friends,
I want to believe in the stars again.
