And on New Year’s Eve we swept away
Every trace that he was there
Every missing crumb under the table
Every little hair

With every perfect fold my heart grew colder ,
Muscles moved my body to welcome midnight
While my soul creased in two,
Missing that vital part of it that was you,
Leaving me an automaton.

There’s only inanimate objects left now,
Souvenirs in our museum,
No more traces of real life that you had breathed out

With every second your mind heals,
They say,
But what if the worst is yet to come
That inevitable sadness of feeling better
Of forgetting.

I don’t want opium
Only fallen poppies for remembrance
Of the wars we went through to save you,
But failed.

What’s the point of porcelain promises, dream,
Visions and possessions
When your laugh is just a daydream,
Your soul just out of touch,
The fate that waits for no one,
Felt by only fallen spirits who have left us,
That will mark us all.

Everything is perfect and I feel like shit,
Forget New Year,
Forget Spring,
Goodbye to fresh starts,
And I really want to mean it.

A piece of me is trapped in last year forever,
Imprisoned in a snow globe of bittersweet love,
And the pain remains with every transformation,
Every rebirth, metamorphosis and mutation,
Wrapped inside the very essence
That you authored.

This way is the only way,
The plan b,
My solution.

Living on through every new beginning,
Every end,
Every year,
Our pain grants everlasting life forever,
The God honest proof that you were here.