Empty New Year

Without a precious few.

With too many to name.

Grateful, but hollow.

I would never celebrate with you.

I would always run to the many.

Of which now are a few.

And in precious hours, the few become none.

And none can be lonelier than The All Seeing Eye.

California is burning again.

This time, I'm free.

I'm not dumb enough to chase the fire.

Nor am I sacred enough to pray for them.

But I have.

And I do.

And I will.

In fact,

I pray you never feel as lonely as me.

For my own selfish sake...