I can see 2013 lingering at the doorway, politely coughing and stamping his feet to try and keep warm. He doesn’t want to come too early but he is eager to start the new year.
I catch 2013’s eye and hold it for a moment. Can he see my silent prayer?
Does he know 2012 left me battered and bruised and my expectations shattered, does he plan to hold my hand through his reign and leave me jubilant when he walks away in one years time.
2012 grumbles for a moment as he rolls up another pair of socks and then with a malicious giggle he tosses me a reminder for a hospital appointment I almost forgot. He then grabs a small shrivelled pancreas and adds it to his bag with a smirk.
2012 leaves his legacy, it is a relationship that has branded me, yet we survived. I have lost friends whilst 2012 held me in his grip, loved ones that I just forgot to call back whilst trying to live. 2013 looks more amenable, it looks like time to win them back. A limp in one child and an insulin deficiency in the other means we cannot forget the turbulent year but we can move on, together.
2013, I see you.
I see the twinkle in your eye, I see dreams of a better year circling around you.
2012, It is time to say goodbye.