Sunset colored again

Cassie Nicotera

There's comfort to the cyclical nature of life, 

the triumphant page turn of the calendar year. Some think it to be repetitious, irritating, 

but I find it to be like motifs in a musical score, Gentle reminders of prior lives. 

I know that I'll be 

making the same friends but with new faces, 

reborn just to be corrupt again. 

I will never have to fear how 

ink and filth feel stuck under my nails, 

for I’ve cleaned, but bleached none. 

I can relax knowing 

that I'll inhale just to exhale, 

that flowers will bloom again, that the same words will come to me but in a different order. 

If I miss you now I certainly 

will miss you again later. 

But if I held you once then I 

will hold you again.

So there's nothing to be worried about.