The din of conversation and cheerful embracing has ended to a soft 4am silence and grim affair. You got a text wishing you the best and a happy new year full holding loaded sentiments between ellipses. Dot dot dots saying more than they could admit to. Ex oh ex oh ex oh's and a smiley face from a number you always recognize. A number that comes screeching from the past and tugging you back every year and time she's hurt and needs your love. Interpersonal become savage like mogwais if you feed them after midnight.
"New year new you?" Caroline chimed from the reflection of your cell phone. Words you mocked on a Facebook status and Instagram as the sure signs of a try hard. The coals in her eyes are heavy but that fire just doesn't die. Its what you will always love and remember about her.
Caroline took a seat beside you on the step, a drag off your cigarette, and a slice of your heart in her hand when she lay her golden head against your shoulder. She will be your last Maybe of 2015, the final chapter of a dark saga you feel merits a happy ending.
"You talk too much." You said.
"Oh yeah? Shut me up then tough guy."
And you did.