On New Year’s night I climb through a window into your house. Although we’re exes we hook up pretty often but one yesterday you sent me a text saying our days of sleeping with each-other are over. I’m not having it all

Three…two…one… The countdown ends and I come up behind you as you mummer a small happy new years to yourself “New year, new us, ma.” I whisper into your ear as I hug you from behind