Happy New Years From an Alcoholic

In two minutes and forty three seconds it will be 2017.

I sit on the counter drinking wine,

Drinking straight from the bottle and I am alone.

Lipstick stained lies slipped from her lips,

just like the smoke leaps from my last cigarette and I am alone.

The chill in the wind rips the warmth from my soul,

it encases my heart in ice and I am alone.

In the night my mind runs rampant,

screaming at my conscious everything that I couldn't be,

threatening to break my psyche and I am alone.

"New year, new me," the streets shake with excitement and glee.

I too used to get lost in the glitter of progression but here I sit,

stuck to my past as I watch her burn our future.

I watch my dreams blush in a blaze,

and my tears will never be enough to calm the flames.

I sit in as a victim to her reckless arson,

and scoff through my tears because I called it love.

I lay in the midnight embers and I am alone.

I watch the rest of my life smoldering red,

like the end of my cigarette and I know now,

In absolution that I am alone.

J.B.K