New Years Eve
It was a conversation that never
transpired. Our last few exchanges
so fleeting as the rush of our
separate lives drove us on. I long
for another night, like so
many we have shared, where time
stands still and my whole world
is your voice. A chance not to
profess my love or how empty
I am without you; I was never so
bold, and these things you already
know. I wish only for the chance
to say this: I care not where you
are tonight when the bells ring
in the new year; nor who you
are with, as long as you are
happy, and when he pulls
you close to bring in the year
with a kiss,
that you wish his lips were mine.
For there is no purer gift I can
give you, then
the kiss
we will someday share.
Email: jfreeman@law.tulane.edu