New Year's Eve

I’m at a party on New Year’s Eve

It’s better than I’d guessed

I’m in the kitchen, back to counter

Taking time to rest

People are around me

Happy, drunk, and dancing

I share their joy and smile as

The New Year is advancing

A pretty girl stands next to me

Back against the counter

I look at her, and then look back;

No male friends around her.

I’d think I’d like to talk to her

And maybe get to know her,

We could take this rush into the

New Year a little slower

And yet I fear that if I speak

That I will drop the ball

A humiliating talk with her

Is worse than none at all

I remain there on the counter

And convince myself that I

Can collect myself and talk to her

If I give myself more time.

But as I fumble with my thoughts

The counter gets more crowded

Another man speaks to the girl

With a friendly way about him

I find the girl is kind and gentle

As I hear her tell her name

I wonder, had I spoke to her

If she’d have spoke to me the same

They grow close in conversation

He asks her for a dance

Her face lights up: the beginnings of

A possible romance

The Eve’s countdown begins

And as I watch them go

I wonder how things could have been

‘Cause now I’ll never know