i learned to avoid going out for new years
(a candle lit for Noelle)
during countdowns
i was always emerging:
the washroom, the bar, or outside
for some air
with all the starry lights
an auld lang syne is sometimes
a shadow wanting
to touch
my hair my lips
my partner expected
my return
his cup o kindness
cold with the waiting
just as I am
now
these darknesses
should be so few
in the span of a year
and yet
they are my song
stealing the solace
from me
along with so many
other
living hours