While many look for lips to kiss on New Year’s Eve,
I look for something deeper.
I do not need a romance to help me escape my loneliness;
I choose, instead, to stand fully present with myself.
Many enter the New Year grasping for a moment of hope,
But my hope goes deeper.
It is not borrowed for the night
Nor found in the warmth of another’s breath.
Yes, I would love to taste lips,
To feel the quiet electricity of connection,
To discover the mystery that lives between two hearts—
But not at the cost of myself.
So I choose to cross the threshold whole—
Not chasing connection, not afraid of being alone,
But grounded in the hard-won knowledge
That I am already enough.
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