I fell asleep in the new year
to new rain, heavy and haunting
as if it knew what was coming
– what had come before.

One year can be no better
or worse than another
and death still comes in
with the tide that the sunrise
washes over again and again.

When the rain stops, life continues
no better or worse
the sun sets again
a new day like any other.

I’ll just say my goodbyes now
just in case – like before –
I’m not around when you go.

r.l.w