As the countdown starts
Pairs begin to form
Bodies pressed close
Liquor on their breath
Maybe your eyes will meet
From across the room
And time will slow down
Or maybe it will accelerate
Become exhilarating
Bottles clinking together
As your lips meet
The ball has dropped
And with it, it feels like, your stomach
Your heart racing
Maybe you and she will part
And share one last glance
Before separating forever
Perpendicular lines
Only meant to meet once
Or maybe
Just maybe
She will smile at you in just the right way
And you won't mind feeling like you're falling
It feels better to fall