New Year

A new year is coming
Sweep the chimney
Polish the floor
How quickly the days have turned
Wasted time
Some bad dreams
And hallucinations
Some of the days have been good
The ones where we sleep
We will be a year older
Well me
Not Alice
She will always stay the same
She keeps me young
Keeps me dreaming
The weather is cold and brittle
We huddle under the blankets
Wait for you to warm my feet
We have spent so much time alone
That to have you with me will be a shock
But a good shock she whispers
You spend too much time in your head
The safest place I think
Sometimes even talking is too much
Perhaps next year will be better
It could not be much worse
We can only hope little cricket
We can only hope.