I walked through the door,
Head bent, staring at the floor.
When I looked up,
My head spun and I could think no more.
There she stood, as radiant as ever,
Each tress of her flowing hair,
Glowing in the morning sun.
Each day away is an era itself,
Survival is not an option,
Its the problem itself.
Yet I struggle on,
Holding on to bits,
Hope springs eternal,
Even in the darkest of pits.
Here, there, everywhere.
Always so near, yet so far.
Looking forward, I am scared,
Thinking thoughts I haven't dared
Yet she makes my present beautiful,
With her there is no pain,
No sadness, no fear
All my troubles seem to disappear.
So I try and live for the present,
Without any joy and without any tear,
As she walks up to me and
says Happy New Year
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