In a year.
The world
My world
Is rocked back and forth.
Death approaches closer
For a friend of mine
But which one?
Is that the point?
Will it not cease?
Maybe,
Next year.
This year.
I’ve made a friend.
I’ve had a laugh.
I’ve questioned.
I’ve cried.
I’ve rejoiced.
History has been made.
My heart has sung out.
A summer has come and gone.
Yet what have I contracted?
A case of laziness.
A case of foolishness.
A case of laughter.
A case of love.
A case of hope.
In a year.
