Sylleptic Resolution Poem by Christine K. Trease

You held your tongue and the car door for me;
you only do this because you rely heavily
on your charisma and my patience, to
endorse you, who knew,
You never lose your composure or your
women, yet you raise your glass, my hopes
and your self-esteem with your toast to the
night, what a sight.
The chimes rang clear, and you, still here,
were covered in confetti and triumph as the
New Year came, what a shame.
I'll still be here in the coming year,
relying heavily on your charm, and your arm
to lift me, pity.