New Years Day
Awake at the dawning of the New Year,
I muse to myself and crack another beer,
For the party is over and will revel no more
The litter of her life lies across the kitchen floor.
I know how it feels to be in the same place,
I contemplate and dwell, maintain a straight face,
Remaining just as clumsy, get it just as wrong,
Like the drunken mispronouncing of the new years song.
The unrelated photographs of morning spill
As jigsaw slabs of greyness, frozen and still,
And the burn of whiskey chasers catch in my throat
Whilst I try on the day like a well worn coat.
And the day, like that coat, fits me like a glove,
As I wonder where I left the residue of love
And if perhaps it may return the way it was before
Or if her life just lies as litter across the kitchen floor.
Awake at the dawning of New Years Day,
I shiver at my epitaph for what has passed away,
Or is it my redemption hid beyond the kitchen door,
Or just the litter of a life that lies across the kitchen floor?
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