11:58:
two minutes ‘till
we begin a new year.
I count the seconds
like I count the fuzzies
cuddling on the pad of your left ear.

11:59:
the future isn’t so certain—
a minute could change a year,
and in this minute
you are out of reach,
and where I sit's unclear.

12:00
the ball drops;
my worry stops,
because at this moment
one thing is true:
I am with you…

I decide to focus on that.