“I love you”

Hearing those three little words enveloped me in a warm embrace.

They kissed my bare shoulder and reassured me it would be okay.

Those words tingled as they left the tip of my own tongue.

The daunting words would stay there, adrift in the cold and suspenseful space until devoured by our own mouths, meeting in the middle and closing the space together.



Seasons progress, waves hit the shore, the sun sets.

As two-thousand seventeen dawns, enter with no regrets.

Another year has passed us,

The birds sang their chorus.

The moon eased through each phase,

People lived through their days.

The world endured, and will continue to endure

all through the new year and into the next.