The old year

a bittersweet reflection on the passing year, grappling with lost time, fading connections, and yearning for better days, while clinging to remnants of hope.

Falling into the past waterfall, it’s sad.

You don’t seem to understand the sad celebrations?

The falling leaves and strings of connection, You are not to blame,

Will I ever do good? Maybe.

 

Those orbs are not to forget, they are still here.

Senses are tingled,

Time to leave, to go back; not to past but home,

Locked in the little room, window’s to help.

 

Looking out for something or someone,

Letting go is no surprise, all has to be left someday.

Why you sad? Why surprised?

Will it ever come back, the good terms.

 

Those colourful moments seem to take over.

A faint smile, why aren’t you here though?

Relaxed; typing to the heart; wish I could be better for you,

The tether, it’s gone forever.

 

Author's Note

I'll post new year now~~
thank you 2023, you brought many things to light and made me realize important people of my life.