The pop of champagne as we step out of the car,
confetti in the January wind. A morning
of home baked cakes, the cat seeking refuge
on top of the fridge from little boy laughter.
A never ending story, such friendship,
this new year when we have promised
once more to be in love with life.
Of course there are knives out there,
the flash floods of fear, test results
that threaten to burst their banks.
But even if the old song is skating
on thin ice, good health a bubble
caught in the back of my throat.
There is still this romance of our names
written in ink that will last forever.
Holding your hand, I know we will
all dance together after midnight.