we put our hats on.
we're holding glasses of champagne
in plastic cups.
the ball drops.
we cheer in the new year.
confetti is everywhere.
we kiss.
but there is doubt.
you can feel it in the stale
air.
we are happy in the moment.
strangers at this late hour.
so much of life is like that.
a ball dropping,
the thrill
of the new.
then real life sets in and
there
is trash to be taken out.
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