Well, here's to the New Year. We were too drunk to see it come, And when we woke with the light, You were already gone. We don't remember anything. It was a bad day, thick with ghosts. Would you have died anyway, If I held you in my arms? Here's to the New Year. You were the last. We called for you until our voices died. There is a white door, flying open. There's only morning where you're gone. You are reaching upwards, always, Fading into the cold light. I dream a thousand dreams Where you never, ever died.