I woke up thinking about your tired smile after the midnight walk.

I’m still smiling remembering your Christmas jumper under that coat at midnight.

You hummed the countdown melody and it stuck with me all morning.

You clapped for the street band and I loved how loud you were.

You whispered a stupid joke at midnight and I still can’t stop smiling.

I liked that you kept my hat when the wind tried to take it.

Watching you find the perfect spot on the balcony made me feel safe.

I loved holding your cold fingers as we walked home from the fireworks.

You saying ‘here we go’ right before the last second made me steady.

Your sleepy smile in the doorway after the bells made me melt.

I liked that you saved the last slice of cake for me after midnight.

You were the voice I wanted to hear when the year changed.

I felt happy when you bumped shoulders with me during the countdown.

I love how you whispered silly resolutions into my ear at twelve.

Seeing you check the time and rush me into the living room was adorable.

I’m smiling because you fell asleep on the sofa after the fireworks.

Waking up with glitter on my sweater and you beside me made me grin.

I like that we stayed awake until the street quieted down together.

Hearing you yell the countdown louder than anyone else made me proud.

You dancing in the kitchen at midnight is my new favourite memory.

That half-empty bottle of champagne and you made the minute perfect.

Holding your coat while you kissed me at the door was the best start.

I felt calmer once you sat down beside me after the shouting outside.

I loved that you stayed to wash the dishes after everyone left.

You lending me your scarf for the walk back felt simple and right.

That sleepy smile at 12:20 is still on repeat in my head.

I’m glad you were the one I waved at when the lights changed.

I felt safe when you stood between me and the noisy street after midnight.

I remember your heavy boots by the door and the quiet they made leaving.

Your mitten on the hallway hook is the closest thing to you right now.

I woke up smiling because you were the last face I saw before sleep.

I liked that you let me have the last piece of pie without protest.

When you bumped my elbow during the chorus I felt sharp and happy.

I’m thinking about the small warm cup you left half-full on the table.

Your coat still smells faintly of your cologne and it makes me laugh.

You tapping my shoulder to wake me for the countdown was perfect.

I can’t stop thinking about your tired eyes at one in the morning.

Your jacket on the chair is proof you were here when the year turned.

I’m still smiling from the toast you made that nobody else heard.

At the strike of midnight I only wanted to be where you were.