Tags
Aesthetic Resignation, Cyclical Time, Decadent Realism, Elegiac Reflection, Emotional Estrangement, Ephemeral Love, Existential Longing, Formal Verse, Human Transience, Lyrical Precision, Metaphysical Intimacy, Modern Melancholy, Moral Erosion, Postmodern Ennui, Psychological Distance, Romantic Disillusionment, Seasonal Metaphor, Symbolic Imagery, Temporal Decay, Urban Nostalgia
The champagne caught the light of our denial,
We raised our glasses to a year unnamed,
While snow outside rehearsed its slow burial
Of everything we’d loved and left unclaimed.
You whispered all the selves we’d soon become,
The maps we’d fold, the mornings we would steal,
Your voice gone soft with some persistent hum—
As if a calendar could make us heal.
The countdown started, mouths thrown wide to cheer,
Ten seconds left to shed our former skin.
You turned to me with something close to fear
At what we’d wished for, threatening to begin.
At midnight, strangers pressed their mouths to strangers,
The bells broke open like a wound of sound.
We stood among the beautiful, brief dangers
Of wanting what we’d never really found.
We wove through streetlights drunk on their own flicker,
Your hand in mine, the high-rises gone mute,
The century beneath us growing sicker,
Our eyes closed tight to rot engulfing root.
Now here I stand, another New Year falling,
Same champagne raised to consecrate our lies.
We swore we’d answer something in us calling—
We just got better at the long goodbyes.
Collapse of Industrial Civilization 