I can get up
Get ready,
Go out
With my “friends”

Celebrate the beginning
Of a year
So similar to all the others

I can sit here
In my bed
And mope about the
Past;
Past people
Past home
Past life

I can lay here
Sick
To my stomach,
In my heart

Listening to the cheers
Around me;
The rosy-cheeked faces
Of a little too much
Champagne

Only living in my mind
To a year behind
From this day,
I could only call it a
Celebration,
Because I was with you

And you watched me
When I fell,
Helped me up and
Stopped the torture

Now,
One year later
You’re not here
And I’m crying
As I’m falling
And falling