The Nothing Year

Wanted to make it to midnight for you,
but the eyelids are growing heavy,
to watch your year sink over the horizon-
let you know I'd be present for every rise and set.
With limbs full of lead and an atrophied heart,
I want to watch this sun fade and flicker
or go out in a blaze of super nova glory-
would give all the seconds in a year,
to waste that one with you.
Around the world in 80 days will you be counting
minutes until that first shot of whiskey?
I swear I'll toast to you.