Solitary Walk On New Year's Day Poem by Amy Marie

No I don't
Need an umbrella.
Solitude covers my head
But I ask it not

To protect me from the chilly specs of rain.
The driveway shines beneath my back boots
As I walk toward the street
Chasing and loving the clouded sunset.

The Christmas tree had lost its ornaments
One by one.
Soon my home will lose
It

As I have
Lost
Last
Year.

But I keep on thinking
To just myself.
Inevitably.
As usual.

Last year
His other far away friend
Met him.
She did not want him but they met.

Last year
She could lay her brown eyes
On him
But barely cared.

Last year
She returned home
After
Her trip

To his home.
To who I should have seen.
To who I should have met.
To who now loves me more.

Last year
Who knows what really went on down there?
Last year
Was her year.

Her year
Is over.
It's my year
Now.