The Old Year

I found you at New Year.

"I've always wanted to built a bridge."

Where?

"Here (you pointed to your heart) to everywhere."

I wanted to tell you that it is not possible. You would break. The hard concrete of the demands. The mess of all those connections. The sheer weight of the responsibilities of relationships. I wanted to stop you. But you smiled as though reading my mind

"They are already here. I just need to cross them again."

Happy New Year, you.