Another New Year’s

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footsteps filled with tangled memories,
both gleaming and pitch,
tiptoe forward
preparing to span that ice.
 
windswept teardrops
brimming with kisses tossed upon the currents,
“I love you” inferred   
in drawn-out puckers.
a handsome grin,
as if to say
that will hold her for a while.
 
another new,
never-ending beginning
to be filled with such beautiful shadows,
countless and achingly familiar,
forever dancing in the periphery.