The Last Supper of '96

We sat around the table on New Year’s Eve
Disciples at the last supper of ’96
And who, with our stolen glances, did we betray?
Jesus, I don’t know
But when the time came
We stretched across the wine glasses to kiss.
You held my hand
We seized the moment
And just for a while
The sound of Auld Lang Syne
Sung by champagne-soaked voices
Faded against the beating of my heart.
And suddenly
It was only you and me
Two disciples with unknown destinies
Alone with the first seconds
Of a new year

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