the clock strikes twelve
2017 has descended from the heavens.
i look to the sky and wonder
what this year will bring.
will destiny give me a
or will mundane life trudge on as normal–
working through the days,
will 2018 sneak up on me
just as 2017 has?
will love finally grant me a wish
or will it tease my heart,
flitting away before…
will you stand there beside me in
a year’s time
and watch the ball drop?
or will i find myself in the same position as this year
and the last,
gazing forlornly at the television?