After the Party

It' over, and... The last guest's gone home Now you sit there, all alone Exhausted, drained... The clean-up can wait Till tomorrow brings A brand new date The pain returns, Though you'd had a break, As if you had suddenly Become awake... Dishes and glasses, Spills and more, Give credence To your company, That have passed Through your door... You sit a spell, Weigh the odds, Was it fun? A gift of the Gods? Now you are sad, For you are alone again, Your only companion Your diary pen... Too tired to write, Suddenly it seems a waste, All your thoughts Between covers Stuck together With emotional paste So to your lonely bed You crawl again Wishing it was like an older time ,when A warm body awaited you, With arms outstretched, And each night anew Sweet nectar of love Shared by our lips, And not this loneliness That at your heart rips Someday, I hope, Someday I pray, It will turn out, Another way, For loneliness a bitter pill To swallow, With prospects of more pain, With each day to follow.