January.

In the midst of our torment,

Of a plague and life stolen,

Of humanity forgotten and wasted,

Of kindness replaced,

We find hope in the future,

We must or we'd despair,

We'd crumble at the truth

That we're little and fragile

And that nothing is fair.

And we dream and we hope,

We make resolutions and oaths

We wish we'll keep some.

The future?

In our darkest we wonder

If there will be one.

But today, a fresh start.

Empty chapters filled with possibiliy

That we won't be apart.

That we won't fall apart.

"May you live in interesting times",

they cursed us.

We'll save each other from the tides,

we owe us.