Am I really gonna spend New Years without you?
Am I just going to let this
happen?
Because everyone knows
you're the firework
I'd like to see tonight.
I stayed up until midnight,
but it wasn't fun and
the danger didn't excite.
I think I was missing my life,
the life of the party.
I wish I could've talked
with you, on the telephone
about something or other.
Not heard my parents tell me to refrain
from taking more than two sips of champagne at a time.
I'm on the edge of my seat
begging you, please,
fly down here,
be with me,
but these poems will have to suffice.
I'll send them to you two days too late.