Another year, slipping away in the dark,
Like smoke from a fire that’s almost gone.
We stand here, half in shadow,
Half in light, wondering what we’ve learned,
What we’ve lost, and what we’ve gained.
It’s the space between the breaths that counts,
The quiet moments we almost miss,
The slow unravelling of things we thought we knew,
The forgiveness we didn’t expect,
The lessons buried in mistakes,
And the hands that reached for us when we needed them most.
We don’t remember all of it, of course.
The days blur together, like fading ink
On a letter never sent,
But we carry something forward.
Something from the laughter, the tears, the silence.
Something we didn’t know we had,
Until we did.
And so, here we are, standing on the edge of another year,
The last page of a book we haven’t finished reading,
Hoping it might be different.
Maybe it will be. Maybe it won’t.
But there’s something beautiful in that,
In the not knowing, in the chance to start again,
To let go, to begin again.
Another year.
The clock ticks, the candles flicker,
And we step into it, together,
One more time.
The CJBuzz 