I loved you, last year.
You were good to me.
You were fun, you were sad, you were crazy, you were everything.
You were best friends loved and lost,
Missed and forgotten.
You were new friends turned into new love,
A home for my heart, a start.
You were tears, and cheers, queers, and spilt beers.
You were candle-lit dinners,
And sharing our deepest fears.
I drink your every month, smell your everyday.
I inhale your seconds and exhale the hours.
I soak you in.
If I could have you again, I wouldn’t.
Lightning only strike once.
So does 2012.