Goodbye, cold and dark, bitter yet sweet year.
May the next not inspire nearly as much fear
Yet in these final days I find myself trying to fight
To make one thing go right with all of my might
So three hundred and sixty five days was not for naught
And there may be meaning in these feelings I caught
The very same that haunt me with the spirit I cannot hold
Yet with the start of January comes the snow and cold
Before Spring can warm me with her warm grasp
But the illness of your love still makes my voice rasp
Partly because the only warmth I experience is that of a fire
That still burns inside my heart for I was not a liar
And every promise of love was not made in vein
Though I’m sure that love made me more insane.
No doubt next summer you will still be vivid in my mind
At the turning of Fall because of you, I will be blind.
However, this year, I saw the leaves fall by her hair
Perhaps I can one day smile and once more stare.
This year ends soon, and she’ll soon be in my past.
Forever wouldn’t have been enough time with her to last.
Goodbye, cold and dark, bitter yet sweet year.
You may have ended well if she was near.