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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