no fancy dress bought
for New Year's Eve
we're staying in
just you and me
steaks on the grill
and a bottle of wine
I think that sounds
like a very good time
A fire burns bright
warming the room
we're starting to yawn
it's way too soon
in bed before midnight
it doesn't matter much
as we settle for sleep
our hands tightly clutched
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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