A New Tear.
New Year’s eve,
Tears of last year,
Long gone.
The smokers ash,
Long scattered into,
Forgotten winds.
Your shadow lingers,
Whispering to me.
Bottles clink,
Cheers for a new year.
Have you gone?
For how long?
I’ll stay strong and,
Forget your grip.
by Robin McNamara © 2018
Robin McNamara Poet 