Even as the year ends
doors continue to close
Another beloved is missing
— all the unshared memories
aching like bruises — lost
now to those who remain
Far above a faint radiance:
crystal and self-congratulation
It is finally over they say
Next time will be different
And we step carefully around
the empty yearning spaces
This silent New Year’s Eve
we have created
a moonlit snowfield
barren and remarkable
© 2020 by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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