It’s the drop of a ball or ten thousand balloons
that fell from the ballroom and land at your shoes.
It’s the air, bubbles in your champagne, as
they fizz and they pop, go right to your brain.
It’s the “old long since,” that song that you sing
when the p becomes an a and dances with the m.
The words are a blur but the melody rings,
something you remember, a black & white scene.
The end of a decade, the start of a year,
a time to finally make resolutions clear.
A time to celebrate, find someone to kiss,
and remember tomorrow with champagne regrets.
It’s the “old long since,” that song that you sing,
close your eyes, and wish for what the future will bring.