The sky is neigh,
Yet the snow is here,
Where shall I, be this year?
Single and alone,
I still am,
Yet alone and sad, is my demise,
Free I was, once a year,
For today is neigh, but tomorrow is here,
Here I am, but lost I be,
What is to come, with my dear demise?
So I shall wake, and start anew,
My heart still waits, for my next true love.

©V. E. Resnovski