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.
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