Quietly, clandestinely Year tiptoed toward her end.
She is trying to sneak out after all the bad reviews.
She really tried hard, the best she could.
If she were honest she knew it wasn’t her fault.
The cards were stacked against her and all that,
she takes a sip of champagne and shakes her head.
She wished people were more understanding.
It’s not as if she could control what they do!
But hey I am getting blamed anyway! She sighs.
And Hogmanay?
Seriously!? Just a kick in the backside after all of this!
She grabs another glass of champagne on the way out the door.
I am not looking forward to join the annals!
At least I won’t stand out too much next to 2020!
With heavy heart she looks over her shoulder.
Nobody notices her sneaking out early.
What are a couple of days anyway?
Hangers on?
Everyone wanted closure already.
As if me leaving would change anything, Humans!
Silently Year closes the door again,
and reaches for her third glass.
The annals can wait a little longer.
Poetry by Nathalie 