New Year
One of my favourite memories,
Is being on the Phone
To you,
Making Maggi
Petulantly,
On New Year's Eve.
Mad, at being home
With nothing exciting to do.
But ringing in
New Years'
To your teasing voice
Made up for it.
You won't be
Celebrating any more
New Years.
Some part of me
Still lives in denial
Of that.
This isn't the first
Poem I wrote
For you.
But it is the first
You won't read.
Some part of me
Still lives in denial
Of that.
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