something has died with the birth of the new year
i think it was my infant heart
with all its joy and love and innocence
where it was there is only a gaping bitter wound

i last saw it sitting confused, wondering
over words and meanings and intentions
searching for some balance between hope and need
when I woke this morning, it was gone

i mourn its passing but i am not sad that it is gone
for when i think of what i lost
and the words that echo in my tired mind
i think that perhaps without it
i can greet each new day without tears