the first

This is a poem, for lack of a better term, that I wrote back in 2009. It was a year very similar to 2013. I was at such an emotional low point that I knew it really could not get much worse, and the idea of a new year and a new start was the only thing keeping me going. It was the only hope I had. I wrote this in Japan, where I spent my xmas and NYE. 2010 was full of promise, and while it too had it's sad points and challenges, it was nothing compared to 2009. So while I wasn't praying at a shire this year, choosing instead to watch the fireworks display from a rooftop in Boston, I'm hopeful that 2014 can hold the same promise.

"The First"

it's the last month

of a year

i never thought would end.

it's the last week

of a month

in which i grew even more conflicted about you.

it's the last day

of a week

i tried to put as much distance as possible between us.

it's the last hour

of a day

that once held such significance for me.

it's the last minute

of an hour

i spent in the freezing cold, to pray at a shrine for peace of mind.

it's the last second

of a minute

i couldn't wish more for you to be with me.

it's the last..

..and then, in an instant, it's the first.