new years eve

the television in the background

a blur of incoherent hollering and drunk newscasters

we didn’t even turn on the fireplace this year

sitting on the freezing hardwood of the house

that no one really grew up in

it didn’t quite feel real

that we were getting older

in the world’s temporal metamorphosis

yet as the year came to its closure

there was this sense of becoming

of an end, not quite a finale

i counted down two minutes behind

because the wi-fi never worked right

so we jumped up from the couch at 12:02

and hugged each other, grudgingly i admit

and after, your embrace left a smile upon both our faces

only fading after the moon set and our bodies fell to rest