I am living life backwards,
a mistress to my memories,
who will only see me discreetly,
under the cover of darkness.
why do fools fall in love,
with the days they’ll never see again?
Why am I wandering,
moonlit and miserable?
There are fireworks frolicking in the sky,
the stars painted like a rainbow,
as Big Ben sings to the city,
that we made it through another year,
and I am furious,
at an inanimate object,
that is only doing his job,
and telling me the time,
because I’m not ready to sleep,
when I know tomorrow will be waiting,
as I awake.
The daylight is cruel,
dancing in the distance,
further and further away,
every time I take a breath,
but the night is pushing me towards my next step,
ignoring my ill fitting heels,
and general reluctance.
I am clinging to the pavement,
praying for the world to stop spinning,
bells to be blissfully still and silent,
so I can hold on to the night a little longer,
but night can never take me back,
and I can tell by the way the day avoids me,
that day doesn’t want me either.