AFTER THE PARTY

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.
 

flowersinherhair

VT

18 years old

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