Waltzing into the last day of this year,
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we cannot help but look back and reflect
on the woulda shoulda coulda’s.

But we also cast a hopeful glance forward,
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trying not to imagine the inevitable
sadnesses, the potential falling aparts,

the departures of ones we’d much
rather have stayed,

and, feeling the end-of-year rhythm,
find a partner who might step in time,

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into this new year with us,

so much better to face whatever
will be will be—que sera, sera—

hand in friendly hand.