Happy New Years (an acrostic poem)

Holding his breath, Jacob started the countdown.

As the ball fell towards the ground his emotions rose up

People all around him shouted together, ten, nine, eight…

Plenty of time for Jacob to close his eyes and make his wish

Yet this year he couldn’t do it.

 

Nine years ago he began the tradition, being lonely for so long

Even though he had tried to let his heart recover, it was still in critical condition

Wendy’s death had taken part of him to her grave

 

Yet here he was, nine years later in the mass of people in Times Square

Everyone yelling, five, four, three…

And here he was hold Theresa’s hand, but still his heart wouldn’t grow

Reaching one, Theresa pulled Jacob close and kissed him, but all he could hear was

Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?

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