Too many bottles
Too many men
To forget you
Too much wine
Too much weed
To forget you
Why oh why
Won’t you leave
Me alone like
You did two
Fortnight before you
Haunt me us
Is that fair
You with strangers
And with me
With others that
Don’t mean anything
Holidays are cruel
Too many memories
Of love curdled
Long lost ornaments
Yellowed wrapping paper
And time tinged
Ribbon joy and
Gleeful laughter now
Go silent fallen
In love married
Now all gone
One last hurdle
In loves steeplechase
Our anniversary will
It trip me
Sending me once
Again to stumble
Or will I
Clear it finally
And trot on
Early morning birdsong
Tickle my ears
Dawn yet to
Break songs from
Afar and near
Those in skeletal
Trees and you
Beside me which
Is sweeter I
Wonder those tweets
Or your sleepy
Soft good mornings
I write you
I always have
You said that
I make you
Sound better than
You are that’s
Because to me
You are shall
We accept that
And move on
Or be something
More different better
Not to each
Other but just
Only to ourselves
And so I
Start the year
New single alone
A place of
Focus and strength
Rebirth and humility
Humanity and compassion
Hope and love
I know that
This year will
Be a better
Year than before
Because you’re all
Still in it
Happy New Year
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 