the last week of every year.

i think of all the events of the year. 

faces.

places. 

philosophies.

i think of connections;

intimate and close. 

i think of intermittent relationships;

my fallen autumn leaves.

i think of joy. 

smiles. 

compassion. 

glances; 

knowing and warm.

the moments that put the wind back into my sails...

i think of nail biting

anxiety.

vulnerability.

habits;

compulsively displayed and delivered

without change, despite yearning...

that this time might be different.

i think of boldness;
staring fear dead in the eyes.
i think of passivity;
cowering in the shadow of the unknown.

i think of goals. 

resolutions. 

predictions

from last January;

laughing at thoughts my mind conjured up.

i think of all the events of the year.

faces.

places.

philosophies.