New Year's Eve

"Ten..."
New Year's Eve, party of one.
"Nine..."
How many years has it been,
"Eight..."
Dancing with a lover?
"Seven..."
The songs remain the same.
"Six..."
Still working their adrenaline magic.
"Five..."
My shuffling dance attracts no partners now.
"Four..."
But my flask still warms me.
"Three..."
These old bones start to move.
"Two..."
Now!
"ONE!"
Happy... Happy... Happy...