The Night of A New Year

I don't know what happened,
Or if it meant anything.

If it will..

But through the night my hand was held.
You turned to me, we walked through darkness
Unaware.

I have fear and nostalgia, and I let both of them stop me.
I am uncertain. I don't know what I want.

Even if you do, you can't help me.
How do you open yourself up to something
When everything inside you has run dry?
Everything inside has become empty.

I try to remind myself to smile,
But I have no memory of what I am fighting against anymore.