The Night’s Eve

In the dead of the night,

I sat in the corner of a diner

Thunder crashes the dark clouds

Through the glass window, I pondered

Not on the dark sky, but the lady in the corner

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By herself, she stood

Lost perhaps, my mind a wandering tool

Her frosty hair, wrapped in a ponytail

Gray eyes that captured everyone except me

Perhaps because it was empty – my corner that is

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Ping! Ping! Ping!

An escape I needed from the thoughts that lingered

Strangled, the large clock struck

And the crowd gathered underneath

As for me, I sat with my tea

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Glancing to the corner, a stone wall

My lady friend stayed still amongst wisps of smoke that lingered

Arms around the shoulder, there was no one else

A cold night for a loner, my candlelight a burning desire

Five minutes to the mid-night hour

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I wondered about her journey along life

I pondered on her choices; were they right

For her, to be no less than sixty-five, alone on a New Year’s Eve

The celebration has begun, hugs and kisses all around

As for me, I sit with my tea

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A New Year of promise

My perspective a shadowed cloud

For, I hope, ten thousand nine hundred, fifty days later

My path would be much clearer

My faith not the same as my lady friend in the corner