Falling away from the sky, 

In a rising cloud is your crooked eye. 

That haunting look 

You give me 

When the surprise  

On New Year’s Eve

Doesn’t quite live up

To your absurd expectations. 

As the sky disappears behind unknown upon unknown,

A last streak of lightning reassembles your mouth. 

Your lips move into a dissatisfied curve, a frown of disappointment.

Then, as I fall into darkness,

That sour look fades from the sky.