I can’t spend new year’s with you.

Living-together-apart is hard.

This year is drawing to an end,
And we can’t hold each other through the worst of it,
Still.

It’s all hard.

I’ve been contemplating -
Reflecting, 
Since I’ve always been vain 
- And I’ve realised,

I’ve stopped writing words, 
And I’ve stored writing melodies.
I’ve stopped swallowing my feelings,
I’ve stopped wallowing and hiding I’m the depths.

I’m perhaps harder to tame.

I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, 
I sometimes think we’re only stoll together because you’re more patient than you ought to be, about me, 
But I’m grateful nontheless.

I can’t spend new year’s with you -
But we can spend our anniversary together,
And bask in our love.

So much has grown because of being together,
That new year’s eve couldn’t hold a candle to it.