Others want to let go of the year past,
Just tear it into shreds and let
The first wind passing through
Grab them, and take them away.
I can't just do that yet,
There was too much going on.
I need to savor the bits and pieces
For just a little while,
Hold them in my hands,
Observe them with my minds eye,
It is only when I have the important parts
That I can ritualistically shred the pieces,
Into small squares,
And toss them in the fire,
Saying a soft goodbye as the ashy
Fragments are carried away,
By the first wind passing through.
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