new years

got a tight dress and plans – 

a black dress

bright plans

didn’t get you, but got to –

got to tomorrow

tonight I got drinks

and fireworks

driving

and debris (mine, yours, 2013’s)

got sore feet from dancing alone –

and confetti hair,

chapped lips

didn’t get home until early January –

and it was different

new

because a

year is

a year

(and next year I’ll have you)

whoever you are