From a distance, there is shouting and horns, tiny explosions, confetti floating down like bleached fireflies. The Christmas decorations are already superfluous.
When the ball drops is the void suddenly filled? Will good friends morph through walls, hugging and toasting each other? Do bad memories erase quickly in a haze of cocktails? Does the shell of isolation finally crack?
We need a different song to replace Old Lang Syne. Perhaps "Maybe" by the Chantels is more appropriate; it offers hope for a different future.
Ryan Seacrest is in mid-sentence when I shut the TV. This night is too, too long. I listen as the horns fade into silence.
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