2012
01.31
01.31
i only found one picture
of the night
we all crammed in the bedroom
(to sit in a circle on the floor
while the last seconds of the year
ticked away,
and made noise with whatever
we could find;
singing at the top of our lungs
so we wouldn’t have to hear
ourselves think,
or make wishes
we knew couldn’t come true)
and i’m not even in it!
it’s you,
sitting against the bookshelf
and laughing,
at the reason why
you only have one shoe on,
and how of all the moments
to take a picture, this was it.