After the party
I walk slowly around
And pick up the objects
We tossed on the ground.
I dance to the music
That someone left on
But it's not as much fun
Now that everyone's gone.
I pile up the tablecloths
Straighten the chairs
Dust off the surfaces
Freshen the air.
Dad shows me the photos
That somebody took
My face, and my friends'
Smile back as I look.
Though it's good to remember
The great time we had
It still doesn't help me
From feeling so sad.
I picture us laughing
At jokes that we told
I remember the dancing
The moves we thought bold.
After the party
I try to move on
But nothing's much fun
Now that everyone's gone.
AFTER THE PARTY
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infatuation
you are not you.
you are what i think
alas i refuse to admit i am wrong.
what can i say?
i love this version of you
he is kind and sweet and loving
so very beautiful. -
Slippery slope
The way is harsh
The light is dim
And we forget to celebrate love
Instead condemning faultless faults and forged sins
We sit in silence
Festering in our lack of empathy
Or we stand and scream because still we are not heard -
THAT ONE SUMMER
I get to be lazy in the summer
I sleep in, eat fresh fruit for breakfast,
Watch TV alone at my house.
My family is gone until mid afternoon
So the sun watches over me.
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