All is quiet this New Years Day
when Merrymakers have gone away
This solitary silence
to nurse those wounds
inflicted in the annum past
A momentary ambivalence
exuberance that can not last
As digits on calendars change their place
A blank expression left upon your face
nothing’s really changed
but the numbers
A segmentation for memories to tell
A day prescribed for poisons to expel
Wake me when it’s Monday
Oh please, not before
A New Year’s resolution
not to do this any more