Saying good-bye to one year for another
no longer means the same as it once did.
I have not yearned for the end of a year
since the year that Lady Love passed.
Nor have I yearned to welcome a New Year
since that same year died… as she did.
To do so would be a rejection of my heart.
No coming year will ever bring
the joy Lady Love brought.
Life goes on,
as it must,
but the luster has lost all its shine.
And though I have
recovered some smiles:
even an occasional laugh.
I now compare
all things to what once was:
with the embodiment of love…
and all things
are found wanting.
each New Year in
and Old Year out
are merely a passing of time.
© JW Thomas
My Lady Love…
All years are second-rate without her.