The Old Year's Kiss


Her New Year’s kiss was soft and sweet.
It started slow and ended deep.
And yet, within her tattered soul, she knew,
That he and she were doomed.

Doomed to the world from whence they came.
Doomed to fall and take the blame.
Doomed, because they would not move.
Doomed, yet they would never lose,

That sense that they had both done right;
That both had fought with all their might.
And even though they both lay dying,
Neither one did lay there crying.

The sun, it soon began to rise.
She blinked and opened up her eyes.
And softly whispered, “Victory!”
He smiled before his soul did flee.

She remained a moment more.
Held tight the hand she long adored.
And knew that they had made their place –
Father Time and Mother Space.


-Jasmine Hill

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