Last step you’ve known this year,
and with that, dear,
I promise to hold near
the promises I made and never kept,
because what’s better than intent?
Last time you can commit to things
before you lose them to noncommittal sins,
and if you tell me you’ll work out and diet,
I’ll pretend you are believed
and I’ll be quiet.
Last moment before you dip into the unknown,
new year, new you, new, fresh abandon.
You’d like to think this time around you’ll be better
at keeping your word and following through
with promises at midnight. However…
Clock strikes at midnight,
seconds of excitement and pain
and dull the brain.