sitting at the kitchen
table,
new years eve,
buttering toast,
sipping
green tea, her
reflection staring
back at her
on the side of the toaster.
in the past, there
might be sorrow,
or regret,
a feeling of sadness
at being alone
on such a night,
a night
of joy and resolution,
the beginning of a new year,
but no.
this is exactly where
she wants to be,
and needs to be,
here, eating toast,
and drinking tea.
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