Updated: Sep 1, 2019
The bands rocked
and we rolled into the night.
There were men and women I admired
there were men and women I had never met.
Creatives and non-creatives,
blue collars and white collars.
At this busy party I spent my time on the balcony,
constantly cloudy of cigarette smoke even though it was outside,
and it that mass
there stood you.
Toe to toe you stood with me,
I on the couch
you hovering above,
I saw your flushed face and I asked
what do you want?
I was caught in your emotional storm.
You kept your mouth shut
and only talked when you were sure.
We talked of the weather
we talked of our past and future,
on and on we conversed
and we figured there was only one thing we truly knew,
that was that we knew
You had stopped my yawns for the night
I shared my cheap tobacco,
you, your whisky.
We went downstairs
down again then up again,
swaying to the dreamy flamingo
we held hands like high-school sweethearts.
An eventful night
and yet no more words were spoken out of my desolate mouth.
at all those intervals
I could've talked more
could've done this or that,
but in those final hours
I sat aloof on the couch
and watched the ash waltz on the coffee table.
This scattered stag closed his heart,
you had courage
but where was mine?
At a party I met a girl
and now we're life apart for life.