When this very hour returns NEXT year,
Who knows where we’ll be, or who we’ll belong to then.
We’ll be trapped in the wreckage of our separate lives,
You won’t know my way, and I won’t know yours.
This place where we sit together today,
God knows whose silence will fill it tomorrow.
And as I stand on the edge of goodbye,
I can’t stop wondering:
If we ever MEET again, how much of you will be GONE.
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happy/sad NEW YEAR!!
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin6 days ago in Humor
Comments (10)
This poem is quietly heartbreaking.
I really like the title of this. I've been in this place and it's tough place to be, but we move on and grow out of what we thought we beededzs
You’ve really captured that strange in-between feeling that I often feel at this time of year.
This seems like a balanced perspective and it feels thought provoking. Great job!
A thoughtful way to look at the new year and the passing of time. Bravo, lovely Komal!
Don't worry about the past or the future. Just live today. Smile. Relax a bit and bathe in the sunlight. There is always something new coming your way, for sure. But that's the best part of living. When was the last time you did something for the first time? Happy New Year, dear Komal.
Indeed, we don't know what the year has in store...but may it be filled with blessings. To a happy, fulfilling year ahead, my friend!!
Your introspection is both thoughtful and provoking. Excellent work, Komal.
A poignant look at the changes time makes in us all. 👏👏✨🎉
I love it, a new, sad, and relatable perspective on the new year!