Look at me!
waving to the music
and the laughter…
I’m alone in a room.
The party is always in another place,
the welcome mat is never outside of my door.
My mailbox is empty,
and when I don’t open the curtains for three days
and have learned to live without the light,
no one notices.
Once in a while I find a place on the couch
near the music and the wine,
try to absorb and blend
But when the smile starts to hurt,
and the tears threaten
too fast and too often,
I know that I’m better off,
back in the room,