We’ve shared one too many New Year’s Eves;
Fireworks and kisses at midnight,
Champagne and cigarette smoke
Concealing the cracks
Between you and me.

In the cab home, you say
you never expected us to last this long.
The digital clock on the dashboard is wrong,
marking borrowed time
as our resolutions fail to chime.

We ride on
to the melancholy mix of windscreen wipers
and old Christmas songs on the radio,
letting go,
feeling our past
falling slow as snow
into the wide and wintry gap between the years.

We will go our separate January ways;
We’ve shared one too many New Year’s Days.

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