I am the subdued pop
of champagne

on New Year's Eve.



I am the cocaine
the rushes

through your veins.


I am the cigar smoke
that burns

as you deeply inhale.



And the glowing sparks that rises
to the midnight sky

so ready to die out


I am
no matter how hard
you scorch, drown

or blur the lines

while pretending to to shout happy greetings
to the new months
and the people

you call your friends


I am the girl
who loved New Year's Eve
And you still taste me

In the darkness