Leaving the Party

Leaving the Party

A Poem by Steve

The building was full of people who could talk well
and I had nothing in my 26 years to add
so I left.

There is no bars or such diners to contain you
no literature to hold you
I think.
Forget etiquette.
Revelry is a chipped tooth
Dancing in crowds is absurd.

I walked the streets and came home
Poured wine
waited for the terrible night
to spill over into the cracks of a new day
thinking of the women I'll never meet
Nothing at all.

Lavender flame, places in dreams
cedar branches and wing tips, tall grass in the taste of autumn
Waiting for the new day
nothing more.

© 2012 Steve

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Depressingly beautiful. Oh how I connect with this. This is definitely one of my favorite pieces on this site. You nailed the loneliness of a night out, not wanting to ''fit in'' with the nightlife. The idea of romance is a glass of wine in solitude. I ''breathed'' your poem in. Thank you.

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Added on September 21, 2012
Last Updated on September 21, 2012



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