A Short, Small Party (Poem)

20 minutes late, I was patient.

25 minutes late, I was with you.

You drove, I sat.

Your hair was damp

Lipstick was red

You drove

We arrived.

My first introduction into her life since we met

“Any words of advice?”

I ask

“Uh, talk to anyone. Not just girls the guys too”

I nodded slowly

And we proceed.

The gathering wasn’t big, nor small

Neither underwhelming nor overwhelming.

I watched, as she was welcomed

I talked to anyone I could

We drank

They all drank

I didn’t, so much

She seemed to be having a good time

Her friends seemed to have liked me

Yet she didn’t need me

Some girls would ask her

“What are you doing now?

Two Jobs huh?

And how much do you get hourly?

Minimum wage or more?”

The important stuff, you see.

Everyone was roaming the home endlessly

She was ready to sleep as she drowned within the fumes of people

Tired, drunk and sleepy I layed her down

For tonight is the end of work

It is for enjoyment

And they have had their fun.

$13.50 cents later I arrive home

I leave her a message to get back to me when she is awake

But let her sleep, please

The party is over and so is night.

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Z.H